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Maid Service

By: Clohi



Trying to juggle college and work is never easy. I’d tried part time jobs on campus but it was too difficult to study and wasn’t enough money. I tried working on the weekends, but that got in the way too. Sometimes I needed to study on Saturday or Sunday. A friend finally referred me to an agency that booked maids. I thought, I know how to clean, how difficult could this be. 

The agency was perfect. I could give them my schedule on a weekly basis and they’d book me around that. I could pick and choose exactly how often I wanted to work. Not too bad. My first week was pretty easy. I cleaned a couple of houses and a few apartments. Mostly, no one was ever home. Occasionally, there was an elderly person home who just wanted me to talk to them while I cleaned. No problem.

My second week started with a Tuesday appointment. I piled my supplies into my jeep and headed for the address the agency gave me. When I arrived, I was spell-bound. The house was modern and overlooked the water. With my supplies in hand, I grabbed the key and the temporary access code for the security. Setting my stuff down in the foyer, I found no one was home and I took a little look around. A man definitely lived here. It was very masculine and very modern. The house was huge and wonderful. Returning to the foyer, I picked up my stuff and headed into the living room to start dusting. 

Since no one was around, I decided to make myself a little more comfortable. Taking my t-shirt off, I got to work in my bike shorts and sports bra. I turned on the radio for a little background music and started dusting. The furniture was beautiful and the art work expensive. After the living room, I moved to the office. I had expected more clutter but was pleasantly surprised. I moved from room to room, leaving the bedroom for last. 

As I entered the master bedroom, I put my stuff down and again looked around. A man’s bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. The walk-in closets were filled with expensive men’s clothes. The master bath was enormous. The glass and chrome shower looked like it was made for four people and the sunken spa in the corner could have fit a football team. The spa looked out of a corner window to the water. I could have easily lived in that spa. 

Picking up my stuff, I dusted the bedroom. When I was finished there, I turned my attention to the bathroom. I was so into what I was doing, I never heard the front door. I was startled when I heard someone enter the bathroom. I looked up over my shoulder and nearly dropped my jaw. The man standing in the door way was nothing less than amazing. Tall, blonde, dark green eyes, tan and built like you wouldn’t believe. His suit was built for his body. I felt weak in the knees.

“You must be the new maid.”

Ok, find your voice.

“Um, yes. I’m Kathy.”

He smiled and looked me over. I realized then that I was in a less than perfect position. My tight bike shorts were hugging my ass, which was up in the air, and my breasts were practically falling out of my sports bra. How to get out of this gracefully. 

As I turned again over my shoulder, I watched him walk back into the bedroom, removing his suit jacket. His white shirt was practically see-though and I could see the muscles under it. I shook it off and returned to what I was doing. Trying to get my body under control wasn’t easy. My heart was racing and my body was getting excited. I looked up over my shoulder as I heard the shower water running. I couldn’t believe it. He was naked and getting into the shower. My eyes moved over his hard chest. His stomach was hard. Oh my! His cock was hard. I couldn’t get my eyes off his fully erect massive cock. 

With my best effort, I stood slowly, making sure my legs wouldn’t fall out from under me and walked slowly by the shower to the bedroom. I tried not to look into the shower as I passed, but it was so damn difficult. This man was amazing.

In the bedroom, I tried to focus on my job. I saw his suit laying out on the bed. Picking it up, I walked to the closet and hung it up. As I closed the closet door, I turned around and there he was. Standing just inside the bedroom, water dripping off his naked body, his cock at full attention. I felt my body ignite.

“So, are you almost finished?”

What? Oh, he was talking to me.

“Um, yes.... just the kitchen’s left and vacuuming.”

He smiled and looked over me again. I noticed his cock twitched. Oh god!

“Do you ever do more than just clean for your clients?”

Again, I wasn’t sure what to say.

“More?”

“Do you ever do your clients?”

My jaw must have dropped. I’m sure of it. I felt my body go up a thousand degrees and was sure I would burst into flames.

“Come here.”

Excuse me?

“Come here.”

My feet must have been listening to my pussy because my head was definitely too confused. I slowly walked towards him. 

“I seem to have a situation. Could you help me resolve it?”

I looked down and watched as his hand closed around his massive cock and slowly rubbed. Without thinking, I dropped to my knees in front of him. I watched as his hand slowly moved up and down his cock, stroking in fluid motions. I couldn’t help myself. Slowly, I closed my mouth around the tip of his cock. Replacing his hands with mine, I squeezed his cock and pumped him gently as I sucked the head of his cock. He moaned and I moved my mouth down him further.

Closing my lips around his cock, I sucked him into my mouth and felt the tip of his cock on the back of my throat. Moving up and down, I sucked his cock. Taking him from my mouth, I blew across the tip and watched his cock twitch. He moaned. Gently and slowly, I licked the tip of his cock and then the underside where I knew he would be sensitive. Taking his cock back in my mouth, I sucked. I felt him getting close. I sucked harder, faster.

“Not yet.”

I looked up, confused. He smiled and lifted me by the arms, standing me in front of him. His hands rubbed up and down my arms, his fingers moving inwards. When his hands cupped my breasts, I moaned softly. His fingers grazed over my hard nipples, straining against the tight lycra material. Suddenly, he gripped the bottom of my sports bra and pulled it up over my head. My breasts bounced free, my nipples hardening from the cool air. 

His fingers worked over my nipples, rubbing them, squeezing them. He gently guided me to the edge of the bed. Pushing me back, he took off my shoes and then slid my bike shorts off. Naked, I laid there and watched him. He crawled onto the bed, straddling my hips. His hands rubbed over my breasts, his fingers teasing my nipples. When he leaned over and took my right nipple in him mouth, I arched my back and moaned. His tongue swirled around my nipple, flicking across it. He switched to my left nipple and repeated his motions. I was on fire.

His hands cupped my breasts, squeezing and caressing. I felt the tip of his cock slowly slide between my breasts. I watched as he thrust his hard cock between my mounds and squeezed them around him. In and out, he pushed his cock, fucking my breasts. His fingers played with my nipples and he pushed in and then withdrew back out. Again and again, he pushed. I leaned my head forward and flicked my tongue across the head of his cock each time it pushed forward through my breasts. He moaned and I felt his cock harden. Suddenly, his cock erupted, warm cum shooting everywhere.

Releasing my breasts, he rubbed the tip of his cock over my nipples. I reached up and took his cock in my hands, bringing him to my mouth. Closing my lips around his cock, I sucked, cleaning him. When I released him, he crawled off of me, turning me over. He was still hard.

I let him lift my ass into the air and part my legs. I moaned as I felt his tongue flick across my pussy from behind. His tongue licked, thrusting inside and then licking harder. I felt his tongue move from my pussy to my ass. I moaned and pushed back against his tongue. I felt like I would split in two when I felt the tip of his cock push against my pussy. Opening my legs, I grunted as I felt his huge cock opening my pussy wide.

His cock pushed deeper and deeper inside me, stretching me. I pushed back against him as he thrust slowly, in and out. His hands were on my hips, pulling me back against him. Moaning, I closed my eyes and felt the sheer pleasure. Slowly, he fucked me, his cock moving in and out of my tight pussy. 

“Harder. Fuck me harder.”

Gripping my ass, he pushed harder and faster into my wanton pussy. I moaned and pushed against him harder. Grabbing my pony tail and pulling my head back, he pumped his cock inside me, his balls slapping against me.

“Fuck! Oh fuck!”

I screamed as I felt my orgasm explode. My pussy tightened around his cock, squeezing him inside me. He grunted and I felt the steam of warm cum inside me.

“Damn!”

He pulled out and I felt his warm cream dripping on my ass. I looked over my shoulder and watched him pump his cock, emptying it onto my ass. Collapsing beside me, he breathed heavy. I smiled and looked at him.

“Guess there’s more to be cleaned than I thought.”

I leaned over and took his limp cock in my mouth, sucking him clean, tasting myself with him. Then, I crawled off the bed and went into the bathroom. Running the shower, I climbed in and let the water rush over me. It wasn’t long before he joined me. Rubbing my body, he dropped to his knees and licked me to another intense orgasm.

I now have a regular Tuesday appointment with Mr. Clean. He’s even thinking of giving my name out to some of his friends who are in desperate need of a maid who does more than suck dirt.

Maid Service



Shauna Jackson had just walked in the door, when her cell buzzed in her purse. She knew it was her girlfriend Layla. Shauna had promised her they would go out to the club after they both got off work, but after working an eight hour shift at a Wendy's the last thing she thought about was spending more time on her feet.

Shauna read the text about where and when to meet. She threw herself on the couch and texted back her apology for not going. She put her feet up and waited for the reply. When Layla texted back it was not so much a complaint but a request. Shauna knew that Layla was a house cleaner, and made great money. She wanted to do the same, but her criminal record kept her from getting hired. Now; Layla wanted her to take over for a week while she goes on a vacation.

The idea of making more money was something she considered, but the company Layla worked for would never hire her. If she missed more than a day of work she would be fired, not to mention her Parole Officer would know about it too. Shauna knew the risks were greater than the reward, and texted her back that she was going to pass.

Relaxing from her day at work, Shauna put on the TV and put her feet up. It was towards the end of the night she heard her phone buzzing like crazy. Shauna was too tired to reach for it on the table, and went back to flipping the channels. Within a few minutes, she heard a knock on her door. It was then she heard Layla's voice telling her to open up.

Shauna opened the door and let her impatient friend come in. Layla showed her phone to her and spoke up, "You don't be answering your phone. I tried to call to let you know I was coming up."

"What's got you all bothered tonight? Is it 'cause I bailed on you?"

Layla "No. It's nothing about tonight. I really needs you to cover for me for next week. I know you can find someone to cover your shift."

Shauna sat back on the couch and crossed her arms. She wondered why her friend was so worked up on having her clean a client's house. It was not like she owned the cleaning company. Layla was a paid employee. Shauna knew that the company forbids its workers from accepting tips, and there was no real great reward. 

Shauna slyly answered back. "Tell me why you want me to cover so bad, and I will ask DaShawn if he will work my shifts next week."

Layla sat down on the couch and opened her purse to fish for a cigarette. "You know that guy I told you about? The one who keeps his place looking like a magazine ad. Well, his place is the only place I want you to clean. If any of the other girls find out he leaves me a tip, I will be fired."

Shauna smiled as Layla's Spanish accent kicked up. She now realized how heated she was about keeping this job, and collecting this guy's tip each day. "So I'mma be keeping that tip while I clean, right?"

Layla lit her cigarette and took a deep puff before answering. "You can keep the pay, and the tip girl. Just you be following the rules, when you clean his pad though. Like no talking that hood shit while you're there. Don't be stealing anything, or looking like you gonna steal. And don't be smoking anything neither. You gonna really have to clean the place too."

Shauna gave a look of disgust at the rules she had to follow. "So I should be all like proper and shit while I am there? Oh, and Mr. Johansson has me on lock down wit dat drug testin' shit."

Layla laid back and took another drag, "I will drop off my stuff for you tomorrow and shit. Don't be forgettin to wear the stupid outfit either. They won't even be opening the door for you if you not dressed like me. Place is easy as shit to clean though. I am supposed to be there for like three hours cleaning, but it takes me like forty five minutes to get it all done."

Layla's phone rang, and she checked it before shutting off the ringer, "Gots to be out now. I will hit you up tomorrow with the rest of the info on the place. Trust me, you will be thanking me when I get back."

Shauna waved off her girlfriend as she walked out the door. She picked up and shut off her phone before going to bed. 

The next morning Shauna texted her coworker about taking her shifts next week. She was sure that someone would take them; it was a fast-food place that turned over workers just as fast as the burgers they served. When the text came back she was relieved it was so quick and easy. All she had to do now, was wait for Layla with instructions. 

Shauna fixed her meager breakfast as she waited for Layla to text back. She looked around and wondered how she was going to be a maid for someone else when her own place was a mess. She just chalked it up to the place she was living and not her abilities. After all a few months ago she was rotting away at the Northridge Women's Correctional Facility. 

When Shauna answered the door thinking it was Layla she was pissed to find her man Ty. He had clothes draped across his arm, "Layla said you have to be there 'round 'bout 9. Said for you not to show up at 10. Oh, and there is a list of things to do somewhere in one of her pockets."

She quipped back, "Please tell Lay that she is fucked up for not showing up. She ain't even tell me what all I have to do for this guy." 

Taking the clothes, she made a sound of disgust as she closed the door quickly. She did not even ask if she was close by, or where she was. Shauna had the day to kill before going to work cleaning some stranger's place. 

When Shauna put on the outfit she noticed that is was for her friend's body and not hers. Her hips and chest felt loose as Layla was a bit larger than her. She let out a sigh knowing that her Spanish friend had more of a butt than her. Layla also had a man who enjoyed it, and that was two things Shauna wanted. 

Shauna stood there staring at the mirror. She fingered her hair, and wished to herself that she could afford to get it done. She remembered the extensions she had before she went away, and desperately wanted to get them again. Her five foot five inch frame also had no curves to it, and that was another thing she put on her want list.

She pulled out the crumpled instructions in the front pocket. She had to pick this guy's groceries up, make him his three meals, while cleaning and doing his laundry. Shauna wondered how it only took Layla forty five minutes. This guy paid for a few hours, and the company knew how to charge. 

After a bus ride, and a walk for a couple of blocks, it was over an hour since Shauna left her place. She was now in the wealthy part of the city, and she felt like a maid from the 19th century. When she walked into the apartment, the guards acted as if they knew she was Layla's replacement for the week. Shauna sighed her relief, knowing the people at the front desk knew about her 'cause she was prepared to be sent packing. Now she waited in the elevator to get to her floor wondering what this week was going to be like. 

When Shauna knocked on the door, she was expecting to see some fat old rich guy. After a few moments of patiently waiting, she knocked again. Her impatience grew to anger as a few minutes turned into fifteen. She picked up the phone to text her friend, and bitch. All she got back as a laugh out loud, and instructions to just walk in and watch. 

Shauna took the advice, and quietly opened the door. She announced herself the second she cracked the door open. When the door was fully open, she walked in to see an immaculate apartment. The white walls had a few pictures on them, the wood floors looked like they were just cleaned, and there was not a spot of dust. Shauna scanned the room really quickly waiting for this guy to come and introduce himself. Shauna called out again that she was there. 

The further Shauna walked into the apartment, the more she realized her friend was right. There was nothing out of place, and not a speck of dirt or dust to be found. There were only a few pieces of furniture, and everything looked new. The kitchen could be seen though the living room and it also looked seldom used.

Shauna was now more than a few feet into her new workplace when she heard a grunt. Not a mean or angry grunt, but a sound of straining. Shauna walked to the hallway on the left to see if her new employer was in trouble. When she peered around the corner and could see down the short hallway, she finally set her eyes on whose place she was cleaning.

Gasping the second she saw him, Shauna's mouth dropped. There he was, wearing nothing but a tight pair of running shorts. His porcelain body was something she had only seen in the movies, or some magazine ad featuring male hunks. Shauna was never interested in white guys, but she knew a good looking guy when she saw one.

Shauna ducked behind the wall so only her head poked out as she spied. As he lifted the weights, Shauna strained her eyes to see all of the muscles that bunched and strained beneath his pale skin. She never realized a white man could look so buff and so tempting to her. His mind was focused on lifting and the earbuds in his ears let her know he was not listening for her. 

Standing there gawking like a schoolgirl, she felt a little guilty. She pulled out her phone to text Layla and to tell her she was a perv for spying. When she texted her, she heard the clanking of the weights being put down. Lifting her head she watched him strip off the tight shorts, and grab a towel. As he headed towards the bathroom on the hallway, his entire body was on display, from the broad expanse of his shoulders, the rippled canvas of his torso and tight butt that made her itch to squeeze.

Shauna also got a great look at the white monster that hung between his legs. She had never seen such a piece of flesh that big on a white guy. When her phone buzzed, she quickly covered it so he wouldn't hear. When she looked up again he was out of view. Shauna could feel her heart race fast as her body reacted to seeing such a sight.

When the door closed and the water running, Shauna breathed a sigh of relief. She saw the text from Layla as her phone buzzed again. "LOL. Not bad for a gay guy."

Shauna put the phone away and closed the front door to seem like she was coming in and not spying on him.

A voice called out from the hallway. "I will be out in just a second! If you want there is some coffee made!"

Shauna walked into the kitchen to find a freshly brewed pot of coffee. She scanned around the kitchen to see if anything needed cleaning. She was now wondering what she really was doing here. The place was like it was never lived in. Finding something to do for the time she had to spend here was harder than the work that had to be done. 

With a cup of coffee poured, Shauna sat at the small kitchen table waiting. When he came out, he wore a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt that did nothing to hide his bulging muscles. 

"So you must be Layla's friend. I heard you are going to cover for her for the week. I am Jack." He said coming over with a friendly smile and hand stretched out. Damn, even his smile was sexy. Shauna couldn't help but think that this week will either be awesome or sweet torture.

Shauna stood up to greet him with a handshake. "I am Shauna."

She tried not to stare at him, but found herself wondering how a man such as this could be gay. She used that thought to focus on the task at hand, "Layla told me you need me to cook and clean for you. Do you want food now?"

Jack gave a chuckle at Shauna. "Oh you don't have to. I mean unless you want to, then it's ok. I am not crippled, it's just that I don't eat that much. Layla cooked only because she liked using the kitchen to experiment. Almost all the food she made went home with her. " 

Shauna gave a look of confusion as she answered back, "So, I don't have to cook for you?"

Jack nervously answered, "No, you don't have to. I mean....I just need help cleaning is all."

Shauna knew she shouldn't say anything, but she just had to know. She figured the curiosity was going to kill her, "If you don't mind me asking. Why am I here? This place looks cleaner than a museum."

"Oh, I know, but the service is paid up for the year. Just figure, I would hate for someone to lose their job."

Shauna tried to find the right words, something that sounded white and educated, but she simply shrugged his answer and nodded, "Well, I guess I can clean and keep it clean. You prolly off to work now."

Jack gave a look of displeasure at listening to how Shauna spoke, but still answered back, "Yes, I will have to work today. My office, and cellphone number is on the fridge in case you have to reach me. Just be sure to use the service elevator when you leave, and not the main elevator you came up on. Also go out the back entrance when you leave the building."

Shauna was taken aback by his instructions and gave a kind of pissed look. She figured that this white guy did not want anyone to know a black girl was his maid, "Oh so, you can't be having a black housekeeper be seen. I can understand that."

Jack nervously answered as if he said something so wrong. "No. No. Nothing like that. The main entrance will report you left early and you will be docked pay. I don't want you to lose money."

Shauna felt dumb for jumping to conclusion and tried to save face, "Oh, sorry about that."

Jack smiled and saw that she was genuinely remorseful after finding out she was wrong, "Don't worry about it. It's a weird situation." 

Breaking the awkwardness, Shauna said, "If you tell me where the cleaning stuff is, I can get to work. You prolly got somewhere to be."

"It's in the front closet and all the laundry is in the laundry area at the end of the hallway."

Shauna smiled and walked off to get started. She heard Jack make something in the kitchen before heading out the door. Shauna spent more time looking for something to clean than actually cleaning. The laundry only took a few minutes too. She was just sitting and waiting now to put the clothes in the dryer before folding and going home. She did not have to do laundry, but needed something to keep her occupied.

To get her mind off the boredom, Shauna reached for her phone. Maybe Layla would have her phone nearby. Layla texted back, "Hey girl, How's Jack?"

Shauna smiled when she answered back. "He is weird, but fine."

Layla quickly texted back. "He is way shy, and gay girl. Guy a fine as him, never have any bitches around."

Shauna was laughing as if Layla was right there next to her. She quickly answered back, "Don't make him gay. Shy is all shit, but not a fag."

As Shauna waited for a reply she walked around the apartment looking for clues. She walked around to see if anything would stand out as gay to her. Although she wondered what a gay guy would have, an extensive wine collection or a wristband to a local gay club, or even a motherlode of gay porn maybe. She also wondered why a guy with money has almost nothing laying around.

Layla called back and Shauna sat on the couch as she answered the phone. When Shauna picked up the phone Layla called out, "Damm this couch is nice." 

Shauna listened to Layla as she moved her body on the plush couch, Girl, dis how I know he gay. I forgot to wear my outfit one day, and he just looked away from me almost avoiding me. I asked if he wanted me to clean without clothes, and he got beet red and walked away. "

"Did you ever see his boyfriend or anything?" Shauna said, curious if her friend was right.

"Girl, no, but can't no straight man turn away this pussy. I gots that good-good. He is so fine, he could get any bitch he wants. You don't believe me. See for yourself. Offer to clean naked, and watch him run like he scared of pussy."

The door lock clicked as Shauna was about to talk prompting her to hang up quickly. Jack walked in just as Shauna put the phone on her lap. He turned to her and spoke, "Sorry, I just forgot something."

Shauna gave a bright smile, as she realized he didn't care about her sitting on his couch doing nothing. She decided to get up and act busy as not to cause him to inquire about her loafing around. As she walked near him she saw a smile form across his face. Shauna smiled back to be polite, but wondered about why he was smiling.

The quiet tension was ended when Jack gave more instructions, "Oh, if you can, the delivery guy comes at weird times. Can you make sure he comes before you leave?"

Shauna smiled as she responded, "Sure."

Shauna waited for Jack to leave before snooping around. Once the door was closed, she was on a mission to ransack the place for clues. Walking into his room was like walking into a sci-fi film. He had multiple computers and monitors running. They were all shutoff, but it was clear that he was a computer nerd of some kind. Shauna also noticed the lack of pictures or any other kind of mementos. All of the walls seemed barren except for a few pieces of non related art. It was like he had no family or friends.

Shauna finished the laundry and the delivery guy came while she was sorting. She was expecting to find something telltale gay about his clothes too but was shocked to find that his clothes were cheap and plain. The dilemma was now puzzling her more than anything else. She left for the day thinking about Jack's sexual orientation the whole time. She tried to call her friend, but her call went straight to voicemail.

The night passed with the question still in her head. Nothing seemed to add up, but Shauna was determined to find out. She went through her limited wardrobe to find something hot and sexy. She looked for a fuck me outfit, but wanted to still be able to work in it. Shauna debated about just stripping off her clothes and throwing herself on him. 

She giggled and laughed to herself knowing that this idea was stupid. As she decided on wearing the plain outfit again, she looked in the mirror at her body. She knew he had an amazing body, but did not know if he was into black girls. Thinking again she could be turned down because of the race difference. Her skin was the shade of cocoa, and his was the color of ivory. Shauna wondered if he wanted a girl like him, some pale ass white girl. Shauna just did not want to test Layla's theory on the fear the rejection would hurt her as much as jeopardize losing the job for her friend.

Right before Shauna was about to leave there was a bang at her door as if someone wanted to break in. Looking through the peephole she spotted her Parole Officer, Mr. Johansson. He was a hard as nails guy, who loved to put people back in the pen without any real justification. He even said to her when she got out, he was not expecting her to last.

"Open up, we need to talk about your new job."

Shauna opened the door expecting to be threatened to be "caged up" again. Shit, she'd forgotten to tell him she was covering for Layla. The constant keeping him informed always pissed her off, now it was going to piss her off even more. 

Mr. Johansson stepped in and unleashed his rhetoric of going back to prison as a real possibility, how she needed to keep him informed of any real changes, and how Shauna was lucky to not go back to the halfway house just for this. At the end of his tirade, he said that a Jackson Cain informed him of her new employment and he provided references.

Shauna did not want to tell him that it was temporary and that she would be back to flipping burgers by next week. Shauna even got her hours for next week, but liked the idea of doing something different.

After the little speech about going back to prison or the halfway house, Shauna watched her bus ride off. She knew she was going to be late and was going to miss the showing of Jack working out. While she waited on the bench, he mind wandered to dirty thoughts about Jack and the dirty sexy things he could do to her body and the things she'd do to his if given half a chance.. She pushed her naughty ideas back. She had never slept with a white guy, and she still had to determine if he was even straight.




Maid Service



When Shauna walked in the door she heard the shower going and knew the show was over. Instead she decided to clean the few clothes left on the floor. As the door to the bathroom opened Shauna quickly stood up and waited to see if he would come out naked or just a towel. 

As Jack walked in with a towel she felt her heart sink a little with disappointment. Although she wanted to see him in the buff, the sheer sight of him sent tingles down her spine. His chest muscles seemed to be unending, and his abs was like a washboard. It was like being in a museum, she could look but she couldn't touch. Shauna had always been a bit of a rebel.

Jack jumped a little when he walked in to see Shauna waiting for him. "Oh! I did not hear you come in."

He quickly reached for a shirt, and fumbled trying to find the neck hole. Shauna smiled at his attempt to cover himself with a shirt while still having only a towel covering his body. I wanted to thank you for talking with my PO."

Jack looked up while his hands were trying to fix the shirt, "Oh that, Layla told me about him. I hope I did not overstep though."

Shauna could not stop smiling at him. She never thought a white guy would be so nice. She never thought a white guy could be so sexy and kind at the same time. She felt this attraction for him she could not deny. She decided right then to put some moves on him. She thought that she could figure him out right here and now while he was half naked. 

Shauna put her hand on his t-shirt to stop him from putting it on. "You know. I know how to repay a favor."

They both looked at each other's eyes. It was Shauna who had the lust, while Jack showed confusion to the point of fear. He uttered out. "I...nooo, you don't have to."

Shauna saw the redness in his face as she held the top of his towel. Thinking she would go a bit further, she slid her hand down to reach his bulging manhood. Shauna diverted her eyes away from his to see that his white cock was pushing the towel up. She looked up again to see that he was not going to go any further. Shauna decided to back off and let it be. 

Although she wanted to smile and jump for joy, she held back on those feelings. Shauna knew in her gut that he was not gay. The only real question now, was why he backed off. She did not want to push him any further so she let herself out while being polite. "Well. I can make you something to eat if you want. Or..."

Jack quickly replied and moved back at the same time. "Please, just something quick. I got an important meeting and have to eat and run."

Before Shauna left the room she turned and smiled at him. She giggled inside as she saw his face get even shyer and withdrawn "Well, go on and get ready, and I'll have something for you."

Shauna fixed something quick and watched Jack come out soon after. He quickly ate it while never making eye contact with her. She wanted to force him, or even tell him, but decided to just let it go.

As Jack left, Shauna made an attempt to text Layla. Again, she did not have her phone on. Shauna let out an audible, "Bitch, turn your fucking phone on," to vent her frustration. Shauna smiled and the thought of telling Layla that Jack got hard for her. Although a doubt still persisted, she had a feeling it was something else. The only way she thought about finding the real problem was through snooping. 

Since the place required almost no cleaning, an extensive search of the place was easy. Shauna set out in the workout room first. She looked for any sign that something was off. She was not shocked to find only his iPod, and weights. It was as if he rented the place or refused to buy anything.

When Shauna entered the bedroom again, she moved the dirty clothes to the hallway before searching. Going for the nightstand she expected to find some sort of porno, or maybe a sex toy. There she only found ace bandages and an extensive first aid kit. Still not giving up, she ventured to his dresser. Shauna looked at the bottom of every drawer working her way down to the last drawer. There she only found clothes perfectly put away. She thought about how anal this perfectionist lives.

Seeing his computer was still on, she sat in the comfy seat and wiggled the mouse. A screensaver popped up of a woman and a small girl. The photo was obviously cropped on one side, as the woman's arm was cut off.

Shauna, not giving up, decided to go through his closet. When she opened the door, she realized it was a walk-in and turned on the lights. She was floored when she saw the lights flicker to reveal something at last. The room was filled with geeky toys and posters. 

Jack had a collection of Star Wars models that looked both old and new. What was more interesting was they were not displayed but packed neatly away. It was like he was moving out or still moving in. She quickly went through some of the boxes and saw that they were all in great condition but packed for storage. 

The last box was marked videos. Thinking she had given up on the quest for something pornographic, she happened upon the motherlode. She flipped open the lid of the box and there it was in all its glory. Shauna had finally uncovered the truth. It was filled with straight porn. Nothing too nasty or kinky, though. Lots of straight normal porno tapes. Some were new and unopened too. 

Shauna was smiling ear to ear now. She tried again in vain to text Layla, but still nothing. She figured that she was off with Ty fucking or drinking. Shauna had to keep busy while she just wanted to explode with joy at solving the puzzle. She loved being right and just wanted to shove it in her girl's face. 

After about an hour, Shauna did all the work that needed to be done, and then cooked a few meals to take home. The only thing she could do was work to keep her mind at peace. Leaving to go home, she would try again the next day.

Shauna was unsure what she was going to do. On one hand she wanted to be thrown down and fucked hard and long, but on the other she wanted to be caressed and taken with passion. She blew these ideas out of her head thinking she was going to be turned down. He was white and she was black after all. 

Shauna reassured herself that a black man needed to service her, not some timid white guy, who was straight but somehow afraid of getting laid. She even thought about how her past boyfriends were with her. Shauna was used to being fucked hard and quick before they left her. Shauna even recalled her last boyfriend and how he liked to smack her ass hard during sex. Shauna hated it, but put up with it because he liked it. All thoughts of doing something were out the door the moment she got on the long bus ride to his place.

When the door opened Shauna's heart raced with anticipation. She eagerly awaited Jack's workout. When her head poked out into the hallway she got an eyeful of Jack's perfect form lifting and straining and could not think of one good reason to not proposition him.

Shauna waited until he was in the shower before she would make her move. Until then she just watched him. Getting all worked up helped build the courage inside her. When he closed the door to the shower she knocked on the door announcing herself, "Just wanted to let you know I am here."

"Ok I will be out in a bit."

Shauna unbuttoned the top 4 buttons of her uniform. Her brown breasts were almost popping out now. She secretly wished she could afford lace bras and panties, but she would have to work with what she had. She looked down to see that she was covered, but still openly showing her twins. 

Walking into his bedroom, she acted like she was cleaning. She bent over slightly showing that her thong held back her anxious pussy. With heart pounding away she waited for the moment he saw her bent over and ready to be fucked like a cheap slut. 

Still bent over Shauna never moved when Jack called out, "Oh I did not see you there."

Shauna slowly lifted herself up, but kept her skirt hiked up on purpose. Instead of covering her knees it bunched up at her thighs, "I came to clean today, but it was so hot."

Shauna secretly wished she said something other than some corny porno line, but it just came out. She slowly went to unbutton the remaining buttons. She watched as Jack seemed almost petrified as the last of her buttons came free.

"OH, my. You don't have too....." Jack stuttered over his words. His towel was obviously pushed forward holding back his erection.

Shauna felt the stir of lust in her body and the wetness in her sex. She went even further, as her hands pushed the uniform open. She was now revealing her bare brown skin with only her bra holding back her tits.

Jack quickly walked to the dresser to get a shirt to cover up. Shauna knew it was pointless. She was wondering if he only let Layla dress and act provocative around him. Layla was Spanish, and had more meat on her body. Shauna knew that Layla had big tits that hung a little, while hers were the perky and only a b cup. 

Shauna blurted out her thoughts, "I am sorry, I see that you like them Spanish girls like Layla."

Jack turned to her while putting his shirt on, "It's not that. You are really pretty. I just don't see why you would be into me. I mean, what would a hot girl want with me?"

Shauna smiled and walked towards him. She knew he was shy, but damn, did he not own a mirror? "I will show you what I want with you." Shauna said not bothering to hide the lust in her voice.

It was then she knew that she had to be a little forthcoming with him. She did not know if he wanted her or was just saying that to keep her from making a scene. Shauna dropped the top of her uniform while standing right in front of him. With her skirt hiked up around the thighs she soon wiggled it off. Only a thin thong covered her dark ebony sex from him, "So you find me attractive?"

"You are really sexy, but I just can't."

Shauna placed her hands on his muscled white chest. "Can't or won't? You ever fuck a black girl before?"

Jack uttered back as he felt Shauna remove the knot on his towel. "No. It's not that I never wanted to it's just that."

Shauna cut Jack's plea off as she called out. She now had a grip of his hard white cock. "I see that this black girl made you hard." 

Shauna loved how thick Jack's white rod felt in her hand. She got down to her knees and pressed her lips to its bulbous head. She kissed it quickly before wrapping her lips around it. The moment her lips went past the head, she felt her pussy twitch with desire. His white cock was already throbbing before she had it down her throat. She only got half of it in before having to come back for air. 

Jack moaned loud and stopped fighting it. Shauna felt his body relax, as he enjoyed how her black lips worked at sucking his cock. Shauna put her hand around his thick shaft as her mouth went back for more. Her mouth watered with each stroke of his white erection. She had never been with a white guy before, but could not stop herself with him.

The thought of having a white cock in her mouth only fueled her desire, causing wetness to pool between her legs soaking her tiny panties. The more it pulsed the more she craved him. She could not pinpoint what was more exciting, being with a white guy nor having a perfect cock to fuck her. Either which way, Shauna felt her pussy twinge with anticipation. 

As Shauna pushed hard against the sensitive cock head, Jack made no inclination of stopping her, or forcing her to deep throat him. Shauna got heated knowing he was not forceful with her, but she knew by the sounds of his moans he was enjoying it. Shauna was enjoying the newfound control she had over him so much, she pulled back to suck solely on his head for a moment. She remembered in the past how men would try to gag her with their dicks. 

With Shauna in control she sucked a cock the way she always wanted too. With Jack's hot cock on her tongue and the moans of pleasure that emanated from him she felt like a sex goddess. Her nipples tightened and she couldn't resist sliding her other hand into her soaked thong, running her fingers over her swollen nub, and moaning around his hard cock.

Shauna's mouth now slurped as she slid Jack's white tool down her throat. The more the sounds of his pleasure emanated, the more she felt her own orgasm building. Her salvia continued to cover his white fuck tool she slurped, making the sloppiest sexiest noises She never remembered in the past covering a man's cock with so much spit. She felt dirty and sexy. She did not stop when it started to drip on her dark tits though. In her head she thought she might need it as its intended destination was to split her fuck hole open wide. She moved back and forth faster now building up momentum as she held his firm balls hanging in front of her. She thought about how his balls held the cum she so desperately wanted out, and was going to work to get.

Jack moaned out, "Please, I am going to cum." 

Shauna looked up with her mouth full of throbbing white meat. She never stopped as she saw the lust in his eyes. She moaned on his cock, as her lips now formed a tight seal around his pale shaft. She was not expecting him to finish quickly, but the thought of swallowing his white load turned her on to no end. She pushed her tongue hard on the underside of his shaft feeling it pulse, as it was ready to explode. Her hand furiously worked the base of his slippery white rod now while her mouth easily slid back and forth.

Shauna saw Jack's eyes roll back as he gave final bellow of orgasmic joy. She held the base of his swollen cock as it pumped a large hot load on her tongue. She kept her lips around the tip as it jettisoned a strong stream of white boy cum. Shauna easily let it flow down her throat, as the distinctive salty taste made her own pussy swell with wetness. She stroked his shaft again as another hot blast shot in her mouth. Shauna's body exploded in orgasmic tremors as her pussy clenched at the thought of swallowing two hot loads of cum from this hot white guy.

Jack backed away as Shauna released his softening member with a smile, "Mmmh, you came like you was tryin to get my throat pregnant" she said giggling.

Jack was still in disbelief that a black girl just sucked him off to an amazing orgasm. "Oh my god, that felt so good."

Shauna got to her feet and prepared herself to be fucked. Just as she reached for his semi hard cock, the door buzzer sounded.

"That's my driver. I have to go. I just want to say that I loved it."

Shauna felt a twinge of depression wash over her. She still wanted to have his white cock split her open. She also thought about having him later tonight, but quickly realized it would have to wait. Shauna walked out slowly letting Jack get an eyeful of her ass, putting an extra sway in her hips knowing he was watching how it bounced with her every step. As she left the room with her outfit, she got dressed as she waited for Jack to leave. 

When Jack came out a few minutes later, Shauna was already dressed and waiting by the door. He quietly approached her. Shauna had a smile on her face the whole time. "Can I ask you something 'fore you go?"

Jack hesitantly answered. "Sure."

"How come you ain't got no girlfriend? I mean, unless, you got something on the side, or at work. I just don't take you for no player and all."

Jack stepped quickly by her and avoided eye contact. "I got to go."

His dismissive comment stung worse than an actual rejection. All Shauna was left with was a goodbye, and a thank you for sucking my dick. She wondered if she did something wrong or if he was just that rude. In her head she ran through the possibilities of what went wrong. Everything seemed fine until she mentioned if he was with someone. 

The more Shauna thought about his comment the stupider she felt for sucking him off and the stupider she felt the angrier she got. She had it in her mind to tell him off. Shauna reached for her phone, she was going to text Layla that the job was not worth it. She figured the money she made in the last three days was worth the money she lost at her real job. Besides it wasn't like she was really working for the cleaning company anyway.

With rage building she kept on feeling that she gave some guy head, who just blew her off after. The rage built to a point Shauna looked for something to steal. She looked around for something quick to grab. When her phone beeped, she picked it up to see that her service was shut off. Shauna cursed as she thought she still had two days. 

She decided to try the computer to send her message. Shauna walked over and sat in the chair. When the password prompt popped up she let out another audible curse. The only other option was to see if he had a tablet or something else. Shauna searched the bedroom for about fifteen minutes before giving up. She went to the workout room and instantly saw her escape from this job. Jack had left his iPod on the treadmill.

Quickly turning it on, she prayed it did not have a password on it. When it flicked on she gave a sigh of relief. She sent a text to Layla that she was not going to work the final two days. Shauna felt stupid for giving Jack a blow job and was definitely not going to tell her. She'd never hear the end of it. Her whole perception changed to that of Jack being an ungrateful dick for treating her like shit after getting head. "Damn good head," she added aloud as her irritation grew.

Shauna retreated back to the couch as she waited on Layla to text back. She knew she had to wait and decided on going through his iPod. She turned on the music selection to listen to what this prick played while working out. It wasn't music though. Shauna waited for music, but only a recorded voicemail came on. It was a girl's voice, and the message was to Jack's voicemail.

Turning up the volume Shauna listened carefully. It was a girl that left a voicemail to Jack. She was dumping him. Shauna could not believe it. She had to rewind it a few time to make sure it was right. Not only was she dumping him, but she was making fun of him. Shauna knew some cruel girls in prison, but nothing this mean. What the fuck could he have done to deserve this emasculating barrage of insults? Even with being upset with Jack she knew he didn't deserve this.

Flipping to the pictures she found a folder named Jessica. It was the only folder that had pictures of any girl. She was somewhat pretty, but Shauna knew he could do much better. She was next to this fat guy in all of the pictures. Shauna dropped the iPod in utter shock. Oh My God she called out. Jack was a fat guy once. Shauna continued to go through what seemed to be a history of emails Jack sent this woman. 

All of the emails that came from Jessica sounded like page after page of insults. How all he did was collect Star Wars and nerd stuff. How his apartment needed to be cleaned up, and how weak he was. Shauna realized why Jack was so mental. This bitch of a girlfriend fucked with his head, tearing him down body and soul.

The idea of bitching at him for running out the door faded into pity. Shauna wanted to tell him what he was now. He was sexy as fuck, but so much more than that. He was kind and clean and more importantly he liked Star Wars. He was a grown man and entitled to like whatever the fuck he wanted. She wanted to beat the ever living shit out of this Jessica. She knew if given half the chance she'd give this white bitch the beating of her life. The girl was lucky Shauna didn't know her and that she was on parole because... 

Shauna froze realizing how worked up she had gotten. She realized that somewhere between the first time she spied on Jack's workout and giving him head that she'd developed feelings for him; feelings that surpassed mere lust. It was the only way she could explain this defensiveness of Jack. Shauna tried to shake it out of her mind, and contemplated just staying at his place until he came home. 




Maid Service



Sanity prevailed and Shauna finally left after a few hours of redecorating. Shauna decided that his old packed away stuff would look nice if they were displayed again. Although she was not a big fan of Star Wars, and the other items he had, she enjoyed putting them on display for him. 

The whole night, Shauna replayed the events in her head. She conveniently blocked out the whole part of wanting to tell him off and quit working though. Shauna now debated telling Jack what she knew, and give him some advice on fixing his personal life. In the back of her head she thought that she was not the person to do so. Her personal life was just as fucked up. Boyfriend after boyfriend had broken her heart. Some were mean and abusive, and some were just using her for sex. She'd given up hope of finding anyone decent. Maybe that's why she was so upset with Jessica and pitied Jack; he was a better man than anyone in her checkered past and deserved better. 

Just before she fell asleep, thoughts of Jack's cock came to her in a sexual fantasy. The novelty of being with a white guy was something that added fuel to her fire as her pussy swelled with need. Shauna could not help but rub her swollen clit thinking of how his white dick tasted. She thought about how he moaned when he shot his hot stream of cum in her mouth and it sent her into a frenzy. She worked her sensitive nub quickly at the thought of his hard man tool filling her tight hole. Shauna moaned as she came. Though, powerful it wasn't enough. She craved Jack, his body, his touch, his cock. Feeling both dirty and excited made her want to try again, if not push it to another level.

Shauna made sure she was on time for Jack's daily workout show. When she walked in the door she was greeted by Jack packing up from her decorating. Jack turned, and in a surprised tone said, "Oh, I did not expect you so early."

Shauna waited for him to complain but Jack seemed reserved about what she had done. Shauna knew she had to push the issue. In her head, it was for his own good, "You don't like it? Figured, you bought 'em, why not show'em off."

Jack turned, mouth open as if he was going to reply, but was instantly distracted as his gaze dropped to her tits. When she'd caught it, he quickly diverted his eyes away. Shauna saw her chance, "You wanna see them?"

Jack looked taken back at Shauna's upfront attitude. "I..I.., just want to know why you took my things out."

Shauna gave an impish grin as her hands quickly unbuttoned her shirt. She pulled her shirt open, and pulled down her bra to expose herself. "If you putting things away, then I should prolly put these away, right?"

When Jack's eyes fixated on Shauna's exposed brown breasts he lost all thoughts for a moment. Shauna felt victorious, as Jack's mind was off of his things. Her heart was pounding out of her chest with her nipples puckered beneath his gaze.. She took it a step further and knelt before his crotch. She placed her hand right on his groin, and stroked his male tool through his clothing, feeling it react to her intimate touch. Shauna knew above anything else that she was not going to leave this apartment until she felt this white cock up inside of her. 

Jack tried to move her hand away before Shauna spoke, "You want me to suck it again?" 

Jack nodded his head as she moved his hand away. Shauna's heart was pounding with anticipation as she pulled down the sweat pants that held back his white monster. When it popped out, she saw his white tool already semi hard. She grinned knowing she was going to get his hard tool inside of her this time. Shauna committed herself to the notion that Jack was going to fuck her. 

Shauna kissed the tip as her hand took a hold of it. Bringing it to her mouth she quickly engulfed it. Shauna swallowed his hardening erection down her throat. She knew once it got fully erect she would not be able to do so. Jack immediately gave his reaction to her taking it her mouth with a loud moan of approval. All thoughts went to sex once she took his dick in her mouth.

Both Shauna and Jack gave silent moans of bliss, as she slid her mouth back and forth, and slurped a few times while trying to keep a tight seal on his shaft. Feeling it twitch and pulse inside her mouth gave Shauna the indication her skills were up to par. Shauna knew to switch to her hands after a few hard pulses. Even though she wanted again to taste his cum she wanted even more to feel him filling her eager hole. 

After stroking his now hard cock, she put her mouth back to work on it. Shauna's pussy dripped with her juice preparing it for the meat she had in her mouth. At one point she wondered if she was going to orgasm before him. The sheer thought of having his dick in her mouth was sending pulses through her body and making her pussy drip. 

Shauna could not take any more; she had to have it in her. Standing up she grabbed his hand leading him to the bedroom with a promising grin.

It did not take any time for both of them to strip from their clothing. The few pieces left on them were quickly thrown to the floor as Jack took a hold of Shauna and kissed her dark, full lips. This surprised Shauna, if only for a second as her body melted into his kiss. She felt giddy inside as she saw the effect her body was having on Jack. She never had been with a white guy before, nor considered it in the past. Now she was naked, getting ready to have this man slide his prick deep inside her. She broke away from Jack's arms as she bent over to fetch the condom she had stuffed into her uniform. Shauna knew that he was staring at her ass as she bent over exposing herself to him like never before. 

Shauna handed it to him, and watched as he slipped it over his large male fuck stick. She swallowed hard wondering if it was going to hurt her. The excitement of Jack being white, mixed with the fact that she couldn't remember the last time she'd had sex added wetness to her sex. Shauna felt almost drunk with anticipation as she watched him handle his own dick. 

Almost throwing herself on the bed, she opened her legs and called him to her. "Come fuck this black pussy."

Jack was again taken aback by her forwardness, but did not hesitate obeying her command. He got on the bed and placed his body between hers. He did not aim his cock towards her sex, rather claiming her lips in a passionate kiss. Shauna was expecting him to go right for her honey hole, in fact she wanted to feel him ram his hard white cock deep inside her, but was pleasantly surprised by his gesture to spend time kissing her. All her experiences in the past were heavily focused on the fucking and nothing on the foreplay. She never had a man just kiss her and adore her affection before. It fanned the flames of her desire until she was writhing beneath him. She reciprocated his passionate kisses with fiery ones of her own, wrapping her arms around him.

As Shauna felt their tongues dance and push into each other's mouths, the need to have his prick inside her grew. The more his tongue rubbed and pushed against hers, the more she wanted to feel her love hole filled with his white love muscle. The passion was too much for her and her insides were almost dripping out of her pussy. Shauna never thought such passion would turn her on so much, and now the effect was making her need it even more. 

The need to have Jack inside her was growing to be too much and Shauna was about to break the kiss to tell him to slide it in her. Suddenly, Jack swallowed her gasp in his kiss as she was hit with the full sensation of her dark love petals being split open by Jack's hard cock. It seemed to slide right in and fill her up. The feeling was so intense her love canal instantly clamped around it with more love juice. Her grip around him got tighter as she moaned heavily into his mouth. She never thought her body could feel so good. She never remembered sex being so intense, and he had not even begun to stroke into her.

Shauna thought that her lack of sex was the reason for her reacting the way she did when Jack pushed deep into her body. She kept reminding herself that this was some strange white guy that was filling a void, and she was doing him a favor. When Jack started thrusting, Shauna had to try harder and harder to convince herself of that though. Jack seemed to have easily found her spot and a few that she hadn't even known about, as if he knew her body better than she did. She thanked God for it as pleasure rolled through her.

As Jack pounded his body harder, Shauna put her legs around his torso holding onto him. With her arms holding him still, she allowed her body to be lifted and slammed against the mattress. Shauna normally urged her partners on with dirty talk. She thought about telling him to keep fucking her black twat, but his kiss tasted too good to let go. 

The more Jack slipped in and out of her, the more her sex opened up for him. The large size of his male tool was now easier to handle as her slick love opening adjusted. He seemed to be able to plunge deep into her each time. Shauna was screaming inside, but could only respond with strained moans between heated kisses. 

Shauna continued to moan from both the passionate kiss, and the large white cock stretching her open. The way his tongue touched hers was amazing on its own, but together caused her to expel more wetness from her ebony snatch. She desperately wanted to watch Jack's white shaft enter her. To see the contrast in color as his white fuck stick disappeared into her dark shaved slit. The thought of it only caused more moans though. 

When Jack started to moan with her she felt him push into her slick entrance a little harder. She knew he was close now, and she wrapped both her arms and legs around him tighter. As Shauna held onto his sweat covered body, her own breathing grew heavier. When Jack's body tensed up in her hold she finally broke the kiss and let out a moan of ecstasy. She couldn't believe the sounds she made. Shauna never remembered moaning like a porn star in the past, but she could not remember such a cock owning her.

Jack released a moan of his own, as his pulsing prick emptied its load into the condom. She came hard, harder than she remembered ever coming. Her body flooded with warm beautiful tremors. Shauna's vaginal walls flexed around Jack's still pulsing cock.

Shauna smiled widely as she sprawled out on the bed unable to move. Her body and pussy were still convulsing from the pounding it took. It was better than she thought, imagined, or even fantasized about. She wanted to say how good it was, but was unable to formulate words. She half expected him to get out of the bed, and get ready for work. Shauna was surprised when Jack turned over and held her. This never happened and she hadn't realized how much it meant to her.

Jack lifted her up so he could wrap his strong white arms around her; Shauna was now in his arms. Shauna accepted the fact she was unable to leave, and she secretly loved it. She recalled countless times after sex she was pushed away or ignored after sex. Shauna's heart beat faster as she snuggled up to her white lover.

She wanted to tell him something, but was so caught up in the moment, ruining it would break her. All the thoughts, and plans about what she wanted to say never left her mouth. She could only hold onto his arms admiring the contrast of their skin. Within a few moments she was unable to keep her eyes open. 

When Shauna did wake up, she was not in Jack's arms anymore. She was still in his bed with the blanket covering her naked body. Looking at the alarm clock she saw that four hours had passed by. She jumped out of bed wondering how she could sleep so much. She stepped out of the bedroom without even getting dressed. She saw that Jack was nowhere to be found. 

When she saw the note on the counter she knew he had left for work. Shauna read it aloud as she still had the effects of their lovemaking dripping from her sex. "Please don't think bad of me for leaving. I had an important meeting today. I hope we can talk tonight, please call me so I know you read this."

Shauna walked back to the bedroom to collect her things. She took a shower, and cleaned up from her body getting such a workout. As the water refreshed her senses, she went through the entire lovemaking episode in her mind. The memory was so vivid and real; she was once again flooded with arousal and was in desperate need of release. She wanted him to be there for another go round, but had to settle for her fingers, sliding them over her clit and sinking them into her slick hole all the while wanting and thinking about him. 

As she left the apartment, Shauna thought about Jack the whole time. She almost missed her bus stop, she was so gone. She was gone with him and part of her panicked. She tried to shake off the feelings she was developing for him. It would never work out between them, and she would be setting herself up for a giant let down if she even entertained the idea. Secretly she wished Layla was there to take over so she would not have to see him again.

When the apartment door opened, Shauna instantly regretted not calling. She reached for her purse and fumbled through it looking for some money. She knew that she had to call now. Figuring in her head how much the phone company would take to turn on her phone she just hoped she had enough. When only a five dollar bill appeared she knew it would never happen. The cost of the bus rides, and the waiting for Layla to pay her had killed any hopes of paying this week's bills. 

Shauna wanted to find a way to blame Jack for not having money, wasn't he supposed to have tips. Wasn't that the whole reason she was working this week, so Layla wouldn't lose her job over tips? She wanted to hate him so she would not have to feel weak thinking about him. As far as she was concerned he had the upper hand. He could make her melt with a glance and that scared her. She wanted to not go see him tomorrow, but she wanted to see him again. It can only be a onetime fling and she had to continue to remind herself 

The entire bus ride there, Shauna ran through different scenarios in her mind. She fixated on the thought that this rich white guy had a onetime fuck with a black girl, and that he really wanted the pale white bitch that dumped him. She was no more to him than 'that black girl he fucked once' a story to tell his white friends at his bachelor party. Almost talking to herself she said that she would clean the place and nothing else. To make it easier on her, Shauna made sure she arrived after Jack's workout routine.

Walking through the door she waited for something major. She heard the shower running, and took a few moments to go over the different things she could say that would help. She summoned thoughts of prison to get her mind in the right place. Taking on her hard edged attitude would help her fight off any soft emotions she felt.

When Jack appeared only wearing a towel around his waist, Shauna knew her work was cut out for her. He called out to her as she stood at the end of the hallway gawking at him, "You didn't call yesterday. I am so sorry I left. I hope you will forgive me. Let me get changed and we can talk if you want."

Everything she'd planned to say and do turned to a jumble in her mind and dissipated. The whole plan she worked up had the rug pulled out on it. He was apologizing to her, and she knew it was her fault. The wave of guilt was washing over her too much. She called out to him but he was already in his bedroom changing. 

As Shauna opened the door she got a great view of him putting on his tight underwear. He turned around and Shauna instantly stared at his junk which was bulging from the front. She looked up just as quick and tried to hide the fact she even looked. "Look. About yesterday. I was going to call you. I just thought it wasn't a good idea, you know. Layla will be back and all Monday, and I go back to my regular job. You know how it is. Just wanted to be upfront wit you and all."

Jack stepped forward to her before getting a good look at her. "I know how it was, but it doesn't have to stay that way."

Shauna put her hand up to stop him so she could interrupt. "So you want me to be your little side piece on call. I know what you thinkin' and I aint that type of girl."

Shauna was so happy she summoned back her strength. She thought about how close she came to just jumping in his arms and melting. It was tearing her heart out that she was talking to him like this, but knew it was the best for both of them. 

When Jack leaned in to kiss her, Shauna's hand dropped to his chest, and her mouth instinctively opened. She thought to herself, fuck I was not expecting that. When his lips touched hers, it prompted her to move her body closer to his and return the kiss. As their kissing grew stronger she felt his hands unbutton her shirt. She helped him along, and removed her shirt once it was open.

Shauna felt her body being lifted up into his strong arms as they took a hold of her petite frame. As she was carried over to the bed she knew her hard edge had turned soft. She wanted so bad to be taken again by him, any objections in her head were gone. As she lay on his bed, she watched his underwear drop, while she peeled off the rest of her clothes. Her heart was racing so fast, she lost the ability to speak.

When Jack was on top of her, she opened her legs as she was ready to receive him. His passionate kisses returned, and the wetness in her sex commenced full force. Not knowing when his large white manhood would penetrate her sent pulses right towards her sex like lightning. The more she thought about it the more it built up inside of her. Never before had she wanted sex so bad, and now she waited for it to slide right in.

Shauna moaned deep into Jack's mouth the moment the bulbous head of his cock slid past through her vaginal lips. As it slid into her love canal, her body went numb with excitement and pleasure. She was at the point of leaving marks on his back when he fully entered her. She opened her legs as wide as she could as to offer no trouble for him to pump her harder. 

As Jack slipped deeper inside her, Shauna felt like she was almost being split open. The small amount of pain from last having him inside her faded away, her insides coated his shaft to compensate. When he pulled out and pushed back in, it was like he was stabbing at her womb. 

Jack continued to piston his white rod inside Shauna's now slick love opening while she franticly held onto his back. With each shove of his man stick, Shauna thought she could not take another inch, only to be surprised when her slippery cunt did. Shauna loved every moan and inch Jack was giving her, and her moans let him know it. 

Jack finally withdrew from his thrusting and backed his shaft out until only the head was opening her pussy. Both of them were breathing hard, but it was Shauna who smiled as wide as she could. "Oh my god, you sure know how to fuck this black pussy. You can fuck me doggy style if you want.""

Jack kissed her quickly before shaking his head to change position. Then Jack uttered, "I like looking at you while we do it." His words alone made her think he liked black girls. Shauna knew she was pretty, but not an overly hot black chick white guys flocked too. 

Shauna felt Jack's hard tool once again slip in and out of her love sheath as her moans returned full force. Shauna saw something other than lust in his face, as his cock pumped in and out of her wet hole. 

Shauna wondered if it was normal for her heart to be pounding so hard, but chalked it up to one intense orgasm after another. She could not stop panting as she felt her body react so intensely to being fucked. 

Shauna could not stop her pussy from clenching and pulsing. She thought his hard white shaft must be covered with her girl cum. The more his member probed deep inside her, the more her she wanted to make her own fuck hole wetter. Shauna opened her eyes wide as if she saw a ghost. He was fucking her like a madman bareback. He did not put a condom on, and her slick twat was making it easy for him to plunge deep inside her. 




Maid Service



Shauna's first instinct was to throw him off, but her mouth stayed open moaning from the pumping his bare cock was giving her. Shauna had the feeling that Jack would pull out and spew his spunk all over her stomach, maybe her face. Although Shauna never had a man shoot his shit on her face, she did not dismiss the idea now. The act of stopping their fucking for such a trivial thing as no condom was out of the question to Shauna. 

When his body got tight all his muscles seemed to flex at once. It was then Shauna realized Jack was closer than she thought to shooting his load. She always prided herself on making sure she never did anything stupid during sex. Shauna even recalled poking fun at friends for letting themselves get knocked up by some loser they were seeing. 

The more Jack forced his bare member inside her, the more she realized there was a chance he was not going to pull out. Shauna then thought about what it would feel like when it went off inside her. The thought of him shooting off his white seed deep in her dark snatch only made her orgasm hard. Shauna rolled her eyes as her body jerked from the pleasure it was getting.

Looking at Jack's eyes, Shauna stared into them waiting for the moment she would feel him erupt inside of her. She secretly wanted him to forget about the condom and blow his entire load of cum inside her fertile vaginal love canal. It was like she was holding back the flood gates of an earthquake orgasm. When he sped up his thrusts and moaned, she knew it was going to happen. 

She relaxed just for a split second to see if she could feel her vaginal walls fill with his white sperm. When she felt the sudden warmth filling her love canal, she returned by moaning and letting go the orgasm she was holding back. Jacked leaned in to kiss her as both their moans were muffled.

Shauna let out a moaning cry. "Oh, my god, oh my god!" To her it was like her vaginal walls were trying to milk out more hot cum from Jack's shooting manhood.

As Jack tried to pull away, Shauna never let loose her grip from him. She knew the dangers, but the act of losing him from inside her snug wet love hole was worse. She kissed him again as her hands moved to caress his sweaty chest. When she finally did let go and he rolled off of her, the wet sensation in her sex was more than she could ever have imagined. Before she could even get up, his arms were embracing her to cuddle. Shauna gave in like before, and was just as happy she let go. The feeling of his body against hers sent a wave of emotions through her body. 

As she let down her guard, questions about him flew into her mind. She had no real idea, who he was or what he did. Shauna also wanted to know the whole story about his ex-girlfriend too. He had just dumped a load of hot cum inside her, and she wanted to know something personal about him. She would just have to be careful on how she asked her questions. 

Starting off with small questions, she felt his chest as she asked. "So, what do you do and all?"

Jack allowed Shauna to have free roam over his body. He also started caressing her back as he answered her questions. "I am a part owner in a computer software company."

"So you are some smart programmer from Cali or something?"

Jack let out a small laugh as he said back. "Noo. I invested in the company before it went public. I am just a part owner. I don't know how to do all that programming. My friends who started the company do all the programming stuff. I just make the financial decisions for the company."

Shauna questioned him further. "So you rich before the company was opened, and then just bought into it?"

"I borrowed money from my Grandmother of all people. She felt bad about me being left out of my Great Aunt's will, so she was easy to persuade. Although I used all the money to buy in, which left me very poor until the company did well."

Jack turned to her so he could look her in the face as he asked a personal question. "So why did you steal that car? Layla said you stole a car."

Shauna was now on the defensive. She also knew she had to cover up for Layla not telling Jack the whole story of her going to prison. She wondered how Jack was going to take the truth about her. The story about his ex seemed more important though and worth her spilling a few secrets. "I will tell you a secret and all, but you have to tell me who that girl was in the picture."

Jack answered quickly which made Shauna wonder. "Deal. She was my fiancée. She left me because I was fat and poor."

Shauna looked shocked. She did not know he was engaged to her. To her that helped answer a few questions. "How can you be poor and all? And you certainly not fat anymore. Should show that bitch up now."

Jack's answer was more serious then Shauna's playful comment. "I was broke when I used all my money to invest in the company. She left after I told her we could not spend so much. So.... what's your secret."

Shauna bit her lip as fear ran through her bones. She was so scared her past would make him kick her out and fire Layla. "Well....Layla kinda told you half of the story. I was also busted for assault after I was pulled out of the car."

Jack seemed unfazed by her past. A sigh escaped her lips and she decided not to push for any more answers. Jack asking her questions seemed to question her judgment about what she was doing with him at all. She just let her head rest on his arms as her arms wrapped tightly around his body. She listened to more about how Jack grew up, and seemed content about his past.

When Jack excused himself to clean up, Shauna stretched out on the bed and took in how big his bedroom was. As she yawned the realization of what she did came back to her. A white guy had exploded his seed in her fertile womb, and she let it happen without going to the bathroom right after. Walking out of the bedroom still naked she hurried over to the bathroom. The urge to pee was mixed with the sensation of dripping sperm from Jack unloading inside of her. 

Shauna sat on the toilet trying to make sense of why she let Jack fuck her without protection. The thoughts of consequences were mixed with the thoughts of how good it felt when he let loose inside of her. She lost track of time, and wondered how long she was sitting there. It was the sound of cabinets closing in the kitchen that woke her from the stupor.

Shauna knew he had to work, and wondered why he did not leave yet. "You still here? Thought you had work?"

Jack's voice sounded refreshed and happy. "I took the day off. Thought we could spend some time together."

Shauna cleaned herself up and walked straight for the kitchen. Not thinking anything of modesty, her naked form caused Jack to stop cooking and stare right at her. He jumped a little as his voice sounded startled. "Oh! Oh! Your still...."  

Giving a girly smile with a hint of devilish charm, Shauna knew exactly what her naked body was doing for him. "You don't mind me helping you in the kitchen, do you?"

The thought that her body was having an effect on him was such a turn on for her. Too often she remembered being tossed aside for something after the dirty deed of sex was done. Now she was the center of his attention. Although he was fully dressed, Shauna had a feeling that he was getting hard thinking about her.

Jack uttered back as his eyes looked up at hers with great effort. "I don't mind. I just thought you would be uncomfortable like that around me."

Giggling a little from his innocence and mannerism around her. "Doesn't bother me. Besides, after we eat, you said you wanted to spend some time together."

Jack laughed as he said, "Not that. I thought you would want to go out and all. Maybe a walk in the park nearby, or something else like that."

Jack moved hesitantly towards her with his face. "Can I kiss you?"

Seeing the nervousness in his question, Shauna pulled him right towards her waiting lips to answer his question. She also moved his free hand right towards her breast. "You can kiss me whenever you want to. Touch my tits if you like too."

Jack took Shauna's lead and kissed her while groping her dark breasts. As his hand felt each nipple his mouth explored hers. As the eggs on the stove started to pop and sizzle, he broke to attend to them.

Shauna had a deep revelation when Jack started to finish cooking breakfast for both of them. She only had a maid's uniform and nothing else. Here she was going to go out on the town with him, while she looked like some servant girl. The whole idea sounded picturesque but the reality of it was all wrong. 

"I got to be bouncing after we eat though. Forgot I had plans and all." Shauna said, as her mind raced with different excuses she could use.

Walking to get dressed Shauna wanted out quickly. The more she stayed, the more regret she had. Her mind was fighting with her heart, and her legs were following her brain. The inner conflict hit a pinnacle when she saw the look on Jack's face as she was about to tell him she was going to leave. The pain she saw was tearing her open. 

Shauna gave up all pretenses of trying to act proper now. In a few moments the entire week would be just a distant memory to her. "I sorry and all about leaving likes this. I don't think you be wanting to take me out looking like dis." 

Jack walked over to her as if he was going to hug her goodbye. Before he got to her, and with a calm voice he called back to her. "We can do that if you want instead."

Tilting her head as she tried to figure what he meant. "Do what instead?" 

"Go shopping. Anywhere you want. Besides, I give Layla a tip every Friday, I owe it to you. Let me do that at least. If you still want to go, you can, but at least let me take you out to a few stores."

Shauna stopped and smiled. It was not a full on smile but a half cocked smile. She held back her real feelings, but nodded her head to the offer.

After a few hours of shopping Shauna got into the whole shopping vibe. She tried to think of Jack as just some guy who was blowing money on her. The subtle nudges he gave and his compliments started to sink in though. The more she thought this whole experience would not change her, the more she wanted it too. Shauna kept asking herself what she wanted, and it was not just the stuff she never had before. The only problem Shauna could not run from was that Jack wanted another. She knew it would break her, and that she had to move first.

Before they went to lunch, Jack proposed that Shauna change so she would not feel so out of place. They hurried back to the apartment for a quick wardrobe change before going out again. As Shauna put on a skirt and tight top, she remarked to herself how the form fitting top made her look incredible sexy. She had not felt good about herself in awhile, and now she cursed the fact she was having such a good time. 

She walked out to see Jack waiting patiently on the couch. She did a little dance to him as she approached him to give him a better view. As Shauna got into the dance, Jack's complements only encouraged her to go further. It was when she was almost feet away from her that he pulled her towards him. 

Shauna straddled him while their mouths met in a mutual loving kiss. Shauna felt her heart leap and skip as she felt Jack get aroused. She never knew she could have such an effect on someone. The thoughts of lunch left as she wanted to feel him open her up again. 

As Shauna pulled back from their kiss, she gave a mischievous look. It was when she slid her hand down to his zipper Jack knew what she was up to. Jack questioned her, but did not interrupt her. "You want to eat? We don't have to do this right now."

Shauna had the undeniable urge to feel him inside of her again. With a mind filled with thoughts of sex, Shauna pulled out his fully engorged erection. "Oh, we have to. We aint leaving until you fuck me again."

Jack gave up on stopping as his hands rested on the couch out of Shauna's way. Shauna only lifted up her body for a quick second just enough to slip her new panties off. When she came back down on his lap, she took a hold of his white prick. There was no going back now; she knew his white monster was going to slip her open again. 

Aiming it towards her ready sex, she guided it slowly into her. As the head of his white manhood pushed into her, she let out a gasp of pleasure. With only the head pushing her vaginal walls open, she pulled up from it. She eased herself on it again; making sure her slick pussy was more ready to take it again. Shauna was hoping her pussy was wet enough for fear he would split her open raw. She even rubbed the tip of his dick against her pussy lips to confirm that she was ready to feel his girth inside of her. When she thought she was ready, Shauna dropped her weight fully so his hard white rod was impaling her love opening. 

Instantly throwing her head back, Shauna bellowed out, "Oh, my god! You feel so fucking good."

Jack held onto her hips as Shauna started grinding against him. His gyrations were not as strong as hers though. "If it starts to hurt, we can try something different."

Shauna moaned out as her body lifted up on him only to slide back down. "Don't worry about me. This black pussy wants your white cock bad."

Jack was about to say something, but was stopped by Shauna's finger silencing him. "Shhhh, Let me fuck you this time. Going to make you cum so hard."

Shauna kept her finger against Jack's lips as she started to slowly bounce on his lap. Each time she did, the feeling of his hard white member opening her up drove her insane. She loved feeling how deep he went, and how it seemed to open her up each time. The slight pain of having sex with such a large member this morning was dulled by how great it felt. The utter feeling of having control over him this time was making her snatch sloppy wet.

After a few slow movements up and down on Jack's throbbing shaft, Shauna increased the tempo. Her butt was almost slapping down on his body as she took each thrust inside her with glory. The more she thought about what was poking at her cervix, the more she loved it. Her mind was racing with emotions and thoughts as her ass slammed hard making her pussy stretch each time.

Shauna had to hold onto the top of the couch as her ass now twerked hard on Jack's eager sex pistol. He reached up to pull her top up to expose her pert tits. 

Shauna leaned forward slightly while bracing herself against the back of the couch. "Now suck on them black titties."

Jack eagerly took Shauna's dark nipples in his mouth as she continued to pounce on his prick. Sharing time between nipples, he sucked on them as hard as he could. Shauna was now riding him hard, gyrating her hips as she bounced up and down on him. She felt her body take each orgasm with stride as her ass continued its pummeling of Jack's lap. 

Jack stopped sucking on Shauna's brown tits as he pushed her back holding onto her waist. Panting as he pleaded. "I am going to cum soon. You want me to pull out. I did not mean to do it before."

Shauna gave her answer with a gleeful smile on her face. She was still in the grips of her own orgasm when she responded. "It's ok.....cum inside me." 

Before Jack could object, Shauna moved in for a fast kiss. She felt the telltale signs he was going to pop inside her. The throbbing of his cock grew slightly, his body tightened up, and his breathing paused. Shauna came hard just from the thought she was going to be filled with his white seed once again. 

The moment Shauna felt her vaginal walls being coated with hot sperm, she immediately moved towards his mouth to kiss him. Jack was in the middle of a loud grunt as he embraced her dark lips. He gripped her waist hard as his body pushed up while holding her down. Shauna exploded herself as she shook from having Jack's strong arms hold her down to take his hot love nectar further into her womanhood.

Shauna could not fathom having a man bust his nut inside her before today. Now twice today she allowed a white man of all people, to send multiple shots of fertile swimmers to her womb. The thought should have frightened and worried her. Shauna mixed the fear with the pleasure of feeling her pussy milk more from the man she just fucked into a huge orgasm. Each hot spurt Jack gave Shauna gave her a feeling of pleasure. Now her cervix was flooded with another huge load, and Shauna loved it.  

As both Jack and Shauna grunted from their lovemaking, Shauna continued to slide her hips forward onto Jack's lap. It was like her body was unconsciously trying to make sure all of his orgasm was inside of her. She broke off their kiss to lean back and talk. "Fuck, you really know how to fuck this black pussy. Could ride you all day."

Jack smiled and laughed as he motioned with his hand pointing to his male organ still inside of her. "What can I say....it likes being inside of you." 

Shauna laughed back as she smiled. "Well your white thing can be inside me all he likes."

Sliding off of Jack's lap, Shauna gave him another open mouth kiss. She retreated towards the bathroom, while Jack did his best to fix himself. While her love opening dripped out their lovemaking, Shauna was giddy about spending more time with him. The excitement of still being around after sex was something she found rare in her life. It was that problem of what happens next that she tried not to think about.

While they walked to a restaurant close to his apartment, Jack held Shauna's hand to show they were together. The awkward feeling of having a white guy holding her in public in a rich part of the city was something Shauna grew concerned about. Each time anyone seemed to be remotely looking in her direction she thought their focus was directed towards her. It was like everyone was questioning why such a man would be with a paroled black girl with no prospects.

When they sat at a booth far away from probing eyes, Shauna relaxed for the moment. As they ordered drinks and food, she allowed herself to feel like she was on a real date. The fancy restaurant added to her fears though. She liked the atmosphere, but hated the fact she felt she was horribly out of place. 

Shauna tried to make a joke to ease the feeling of being out of place. "You know, we fucked twice and I blew you once, and I still don't even know your last name."

Jack immediately looked up like a scared animal with a spotlight on him when Shauna said it. "I am sorry. I really am. Its Childs....actually my full name is John Childs. I prefer Jack though." 

Shauna laughed as Jack looked like a frightened animal. "I forgive you. Besides, I know what you did for me before. And you taking me out today, and this......I owe you big time."

Jack waved his hand like Shauna was free from debt. "Please. You owe me nothing. I enjoy being around you. It's been awhile since I did something like this with a woman."

"So after you were dumped, you decided to fix your life?" Shauna had to talk about his former fiancé, but knew not to sound harsh. 

"When the company brought in enough cash, I had the money to hire a trainer to help me fix my body. I just thought she would come back after I started to change."

"Does she know what you look like now? I mean you be getting all the ladies if you wanted too." Shauna asked wondering if she knew what a hunk he turned out to be. She also had a suspicious feeling that she was more of a fling until he found someone better.

"I have not seen her in two years. I guess she would be shocked at me, but let's talk about you. I love hearing about you." Jack said as he took a big gulp of wine.

Shauna smiled to defuse the situation. She knew her life was nothing compared to his, and that they lived in two different worlds. "Well your place looks better now that you left your stuff out of the closet." 




Maid Service



Each time Jack tried to fish for information from Shauna, she answered in small details. She let go that her arrest was because she was stoned with her then ex-boyfriend. Shauna also spilt the beans about how she got her G.E.D. in prison. She was ashamed of that when she told him. In her mind now, he was slumming it. Once he broke out of his slump in life, she would be tossed. 

Shauna decided to end the night and take the bus home. Jack insisted that she stay the night. Shauna pushed the desperate feelings she had and wants aside. Jack paid for a taxi, and asked for her cell number. Shauna was reluctant to tell him it was shut off. When she did, he responded with a wad of money for her to pay it. Shauna took the money and left in the taxi.

The entire ride home Shauna tried to make sense of why she took the money. The only thing she rationalized in her head was that she was just a onetime fling. The idea of him being a sugar daddy seemed to fit all logic in her mind. He did not have the time to date and she filled that void. As Shauna slept, she replayed the day's event until her body craved sex once again.

The morning came especially harsh to Shauna. The lack of food in the apartment was coupled with the desire to call Jack. Thoughts of him haunted her all night. She wanted to have something with him, but was so afraid to have him push her aside. She made a point to let her feelings be dammed though. She knew what he wanted from her, and was bound to give it to him. If he wanted some black slut to come over and fuck him, she would play the part. She then used the money to pay her bills, and put food in the fridge. 

The unknown was killing her from the inside. Shauna texted Jack that she had to pick up the uniform she left there. His replay was, "Sounds good, I can't wait to see you again." Thinking this could be taken two ways, Shauna figured he was just looking for a piece of ass today. 

When the door opened, Shauna did not know what to expect. She had it in her head that she was there for a booty call, and pushed all feelings that he wanted her for something else aside. Her heart was racing from the thought of seeing him, but it was also filled with doubts. 

"Jack you here?" Shauna called out.

Jack stepped out from the hallway with her uniform in his hand. Shauna saw that he was dressed in a suit. She wondered why he was so formal on a Saturday. "Your all dressed up like. You have some sort of meeting?"

Jack smiled as he handed over the maid uniform. "It was a quick meeting an hour ago. Figured we could go out somewhere if you're not busy."

Shauna took the uniform and dropped it like it was some piece of trash. "You always keep me busy," Shauna said as her hand went straight for his crotch.

Jack's eyes darted open as Shauna answered his question. When her hand went for his groin he did not resist. She wanted something that they both were eager to have. Jack's only response was to pull her in and kiss her succulent lips. 

As their kiss progressed into an open mouth tongue swap, Jack took control over her body with his strength. He was pulling her towards the bedroom as Shauna was freeing Jack of his clothes. As it progressed into the bedroom, Shauna pulled down Jack's pants and instantly knelt before him.

Shauna was now on her knees with Jack's white sex organ inches from her face. As her hand gripped his hard shaft, she smiled knowing it was soon to be in her mouth. "Love how hard your white cock gets."

Before Jack could react the sudden warm wet sensation engulfed his prick. The only words that came out of his mouth were the moans of satisfaction. Shauna's mouth was trying in vain to get the length of his shaft down her throat. She slid back only to catch her breath before going back. With her hand slowly stroking it to match the movements of her mouth, Shauna was feeling her wetness return. 

Shauna loved how her pussy got so wet when she sucked on Jack's hard monster. The more she felt his dick pulse with each stroke, the more her wet love folds wanted to be split open by it. She knew her sex drive could only last so long before she wanted it inside her again. 

She pulled back and released his dick from her mouth completely. Pushing him back on the bed, Shauna went back to sucking, as he now sat on the bed. Shauna was wondering if he was going to explode his white load in her mouth, or could he wait for her wet snatch. She looked up watching him remove his shirt and knew it was time to mount him.

She backed up and released his manhood from her mouth. Standing up and removing the last of her own clothes, she saw that Jack was ready for her. With her naked body in full view of him, she remarked on what she thought of her being nude. "You like this black slut don't you?"

Jack looked at her with confusion, but still answered her. "I want you bad. Lie down on the bed and let me please you."

Shauna got on the bed presenting herself on her knees. Her dark love entrance was right at Jack's eye level. "Come fuck me from behind. I want you to split me open with that white cock of yours."

Shauna felt Jack's strong hands grip her waist as she knew what was going to come next. Her heart was pounding through her chest at the thought of having his male member slip into her dark folds once again. The full sensation came to her slowly as her vaginal walls opened for his large rod. He was sliding it in gently as her body let out a moan of pleasure. The head of his pulsing cock was in and Shauna felt her first orgasm.

With her juices flowing between her legs, Shauna tried to relax as Jack pushed more of his thick hardness into her dark love hole. Shauna did her best to contain her love of his white organ but she blurted out something she never said before, "Oh, fuck I need your white cock so bad."

Jack now started to pump his man muscle in Shauna. Their bodies were colliding as Shauna pushed back against Jack's body. She felt like her vaginal walls could not contain such a thick member slamming into her. As he continued though, she realized that her pussy was taking it like she wanted. The more he pushed, the more her moans increased.

Shauna was getting into being Jack's fuck toy as her body shook from the number of times she came. Her mind was only focused on being used for fucking by Jack, and she needed to express it to him. She decided to take it further, and have him treat her as such. "That's it, fuck my nigger pussy! I know you like that black pussy. Show me how much you like fucking this black slut."

Shauna can't believe she said it. She never said anything like that during sex, not even when she was getting fucked by former thug boyfriends. She felt both dirty and disgusted. She liked being filthy sometimes, but did not know if she crossed a line. Knowing that she had to play the part of black slut for Jack made her think that it was the right thing to say. She did not have time to think too much as his hard cock was still pounding her hard.

As Jack pushed his dick far into the depths of her tight body, the sensations of each orgasm were blending into one long one. Shauna never felt her pussy sloth with her own cum before, but Jack was making it so wet she could not control herself. The flow of her wetness was making her want to scream, but she could only moan with each thrust. 

Shauna looked over her shoulder to see the sweat form on Jack's white body. She once again summed the courage to urge him on. "Oh, my god..... you're fucking this nigger good."

As Jack pulled out of her, Shauna expected him to give her a big thrust. Nothing came though. The sudden loss of his large member made her look at him in disbelief. "What's wrong?"

Jack got off the bed, and stood in front of her. "I can't do it. I see you like that. I can't call you that either."

Shauna turned her body so she was now sitting down with her legs crossed. She was still breathing heavy as she told Jack. "I thought you would like it and all. Figure I be your nigga slut on the side. Don'ts have to say it and all, but if you want to, I all right with it."

"That's not what I want though," said Jack, as his eyes never faltered from hers. 

Shauna was now wondering if she needed to do more for him. "What you want then? I mean I will do what you like and all. You can put it in my ass if you want too."

"It's not that. I just don't see you as my slut on the side and all. And I won't call you the n word either," Jack answered back just as quickly as Shauna spoke. 

"Well what am I to you? What, you want me to be your girlfriend and all?" Shauna spoke frankly.

"Would you like to be? I mean, I would like that if you would."

Shauna now sitting at the edge of the bed as her breathing returned to normal. "Look, I don't minds you fucking me and all, but I can't be wit you like that. Just bust your nut in me and I will bounce."

"I am sorry, but I can't be just fucking you like this," Jack pleaded.

Shauna let out a huff as she grabbed her clothes. "I am gonna bounce then."

Shauna's head was spinning the whole way home. She did not know what to make of the situation. She tried to make it seem that she was protecting herself, but doubts still lingered. She was now wondering if he really meant what he said. At the end of the bus ride, she was now questioning her motives, and not Jack's. She knew he was real, but her motives were even unclear to her.

Texting with Layla was her only option to clear her mind. Shauna spilled the beans about everything that happened. Layla seemed more concerned with the details of the sex than her thoughts about him. Shauna tried to explain how she felt, and why she was holding back. Layla kept texting about the size of his white cock, and if he was any good. Shauna decided that Layla was not going to help, and stopped texting her.

Shauna took a shift at her job, and tried to get her mind off Jack. The work seemed to do it, and she thought less and less of him as the day went on. When she returned to her dilapidated place, the thoughts of Jack's plush apartment came back to her. More than his place, she missed him. The feeling he gave her, and the sensations she felt. Each time thoughts came to her, the more she thought, why some rich white guy would want her.

When Shauna heard a knock on her door, she just knew it was Layla. She was either looking for more information or picking up the uniform she did not need. Shauna opened the door and almost jumped back at seeing Jack. There he was in the flesh and in her face. "Jack! What are you doing?"

Jack spoke as he looked Shauna directly into her eyes. "Can I come in?"

Shauna moved back so Jack could enter. As Jack entered he only walked up to her. With her surprised look she blurted out, "Don't know why you came and all."

"I came to see you. I need to ask you one question, and since your phone is off, I came to ask you in person."

"So what you want to know?" Shauna said, as her hands went to her hips. 

"If I wanted to date you because I liked everything about you, would you? Would you consider dating me?"

Shauna's jaw dropped a little as she realized that he was serious. She tried to fill her head with thoughts and negative emotions. She still had so many questions though. She decided to put her thoughts on the line. "Are you really into me, or do you just like tapping my black....."

Shauna could not finish as Jack was already kissing her. His strong arms were around her neck and body as his tongue stopped her from talking. Shauna felt the weakness overcome her as her body heated up from the instant excitement. 

Jack lifted her small frame up and carried her further into the small apartment. Shauna broke the heavy kiss. "Please not here. Place is all sorts of messy and jacked up."

Jack smiled at her as he held her by her ass. "It's not that bad. It has you in it which makes it that much better."

Shauna gave him a stupid face as she smiled. "What do you mean...." 

"it has me?"

Jack smiled and gave a quick kiss on her lips before explaining. "You, it has you. You're the only reason why I like my apartment now."

Shauna still had the look of Jack being stupid on her face. "You all sorts of crazy. Your place is da bomb compared to this rat hole."

Jack gave a dead pan serious look at her. "If you like my place that much, then move in."

Shauna's face went from silly goofy to realistic and serious. "You joking wit me?"

Jack never relented from his honest heartfelt voice. "I mean it. I want it more than anything else."  

Shauna cocked her head wondering what Jack really wanted. "You like this black pussy that much?"

Jack smiled as he tried to keep a straight face. "I like everything about you, even your......." Jack looked down to emphasis his point without words.

Shauna allowed herself to slide down from Jack's grip. As she slid down his body, she felt the hardness from his own excitement. She wanted it bad now. The thought of moving was touching, but she knew it was a ploy to get fucked. It didn't matter to her; because the needs to have him push his hard white prick in her was something Shauna craved for like a rabid animal.

She took Jack by the hand and led him to her small cramped bedroom. Sauna walked in with him and turned around to face him. As she did, her hands went to work removing her clothes. Doing a little dance, she was nude within seconds. Her chocolate skin was now fully exposed to him. Her nipples were erect, as Jack mouth closed in around them.

Shauna moaned slightly as Jack sucked on her nipple. She loved feeling his lips suck on them, as her own pussy got wet and ready to be split open. Her hands were quickly working on Jack's clothes as the anticipation of having his white monster inside her made work that much faster.

When Shauna fished out Jack's hard cock, she pulled her nipple away from Jack's hungry mouth to pull his pants down. Jack stepped out of them, as Shauna got on her bed. She sat on the ledge waiting for Jack to be ready. The moment he was free of clothing, her mouth took a hold of his engorged male member. 

Jack instantly moaned the moment Shauna had him in her mouth. He looked down to see her as she slurped down his dick as far as she could. Her only thoughts were how great his man meat felt and tasted. When it started to throb and twitch, her body responded with wetness. The feeling of having such a wet and ready snatch made her blow job that much quicker. She was sucking for only a few moments before the need to have him inside her took over.

Shauna scooted further on the bed and opened her legs like a women in heat. Without words being said, Jack was upon her with kisses and caressing touches. Shauna loved the way Jack kissed and she moaned as their tongues touched. Shauna felt like she could cum from just his kiss. When his cock slowly found her wet hole and started to slip in, she knew kissing wasn't the only pleasure she was going to feel. 

Shauna broke the kiss and looked at Jack with eyes of total pleasure as he slid his white rod all the way inside her. Her love opening was so wet for him it slid in faster than she expected. "Oh, fuck! Fucking cock of your feels so fucking big in me!"

Jack looked worried like he was hurting her. "I am sorry, let me take it out."

Shauna's face went from pleasure to demanding. "Don't pull out. Just fuck me with it."

Jack nodded as his hard dick began to push in and out of Shauna's tight sex. Jack was slow but steady as not to be hurt her. Shauna saw the lust in his eyes, and rocked her hips against him to urge him on faster. She felt her vaginal walls stretch and the intense feeling of Jack filling her opening served to intensify the pleasure. 

Shauna continued to moan as Jack lifted his body up breaking their kiss. His thrusting hips were now going faster, as Shauna felt every inch of his white shaft claim her opening as his. She looked up at him and saw how he was enjoying himself. "You like that black pussy don't you?"

Jack slowed down his thrusting just slightly as he answered back. "Please don't call it your nig......"

Shauna put her finger to his mouth to stop him. She liked the fact he was into her for more than her skin tone. She also liked knowing how taboo it was in her mind that a white man was between her legs pumping his white monster in and out of her. She decided to let him feel the same taboo.

"It's ok. Let me call if that of you don't want to." Shauna knew Jack was ok with it when he nodded and resumed the pace he was before she said anything. 

Shauna did not know she wanted him so bad until her body convulsed each time the head of his cock entrenched itself in her. Her arms were flat against the bed as her hands gripped the sheets hard. It was all Shauna could do to take the waves of pleasure Jacks now throbbing erection was giving her. 

When Shauna felt her orgasms close, she called out again, "Fuck you feel good! Make that black pussy cum!"

Jack kissed her again as his body continued to crash into hers. Shauna let her body absorb his pushes as his white male member found its home deep in her cervix each time. The sensation of having him so deep continued to allow Shauna to coat his shaft with her own cum. She could not focus on anything other than the utter joy of having Jack take her black pussy as his own.

When Jack slowed down, Shauna thought he was going to stop like the other day. "What's wrong?"

"I will switch positions if you want." Jack said with his soft eyes were staring at hers. Shauna knew he would give into anything she wanted. 

"Thought you liked looking at me while you fuck me?" cried Shauna as her wet pussy clenched and pulsed from Jack's thick manhood.

Jack smiled as he gave his answer "Oh. I do. I just want to do what you like is all." 

Shauna smiled as she kissed him. "What I like is when your fat cock busts its nut inside me."

Shauna rocked her hips to convince Jack to start thrusting inside her again. Jack was slow and deliberate with his body, but each time he went inside her, Shauna stared deep into his eyes. She watched as his pupils opened while looking at her and his body methodically bounced off of hers. 

When Jack started to moan louder, and when his body tightened, Shauna knew he was close. His thrusting grew in intensity which only made her pussy convulse and tighten around his throbbing manhood. When her orgasms came, she gripped the sheets hard again. She knew what was coming, and the thought of having him inseminate her womb only made her orgasm again.

Jack leaned forward and Shauna leaned in to kiss him once again. His arms were holding her as his cock drove in one last time. Shauna's eyes opened wide as she his seed flooded inside her. She never felt anything like it before. Although he came in her before, it was nothing like this. It was almost as if he had a firehose for a cock as it gushed its load inside her. 

The repercussions of him not pulling out were lost in the orgasmic moment. Shauna could not stop her pussy from clenching around his shaft and pulling more of his seed deep into her. It was like her body wanted to be filled with cum, and the amount Jack spurted inside her drove her wild.

As Jack withdrew from Shauna's cum filled body, he lay next to her, holding her. Shauna did not say a word as she tried to catch her breath. Still feeling the intense pleasure from Jack cumming inside her, she thought about what he just did. Shauna knew the dangers, and now the thought of consequences hit her. The idea of being knocked up scared her. She had the urge to run to the bathroom and hope all of his seed dripped out from her.

Shauna wiggled from Jack's grasp. Although he was not trying to hold her down, he looked at her as if something was wrong. Shauna only responded with her thoughts at the moment. "Need to clean up. You came a lot inside of me this time, and deep too."




Maid Service



I was woken up at 9:30 am. Normally, this would have alerted me, but today I knew it was going to happen. It was Thursday and the maids were here to clean the house. Over the years I had gotten to know the owner of the maid service, who also happened to be one of the girls that normally cleaned. Her name was Rene, a tall blonde who always had a look of repressed sorrow in her sky blue eyes. She wasn't the thinnest woman in the world, but she had a healthy look to about her. Her breasts looked as if to be a nice full C-cup and there was little if any sag in them at all. I estimated her age at being close to thirty, but she was actually closer to 25. Rene's skin was tan, and I could tell that there were no tan lines on her breasts. Her skin looked soft and smooth, despite all of the cleaning chemicals that she was around all day. All of her body was enough to get even the most flaccid cock hard. There she was, standing before me in my house. 

Rene's clothing was something she always wore while working, a tight tank top and a pair of short shorts. She wore no bra, which made be even more curious to know if she wore any panties at all. Today's tank top was a faded light purple. The tight tank barely contained those beautiful tits. The bottom was short so her mid-rift was exposed. It was tanned just like the rest of her gorgeous body. Her stomach wasn't washboard abs, but it was fairly flat and smooth. Her short shorts were almost nothing at all. They were hip hugging in style and were so short that almost all of her smooth silky thigh was exposed.

I was alone with her after she had finished cleaning the house. Many times we had chatted during the cleaning and a little afterwards. Her tone was sad and being who I am, I wondered why. 

"If you don't mind me asking, what's wrong? You sound so down." I asked her.

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to bother you, but it's money problems." She said sitting next to me on the couch. Her legs were crossed and she was leaning back giving me an excellent view of her tank cover chest. I had to lean forward to hide a steadily growing erection.

"Money seems to be everyone's problem these days. Is there anything I can do to help you?" I was almost talking at her chest.

"I doubt it. My boyfriend left me because he said I was broke all the time and we started to fight over it. Hell, I wouldn't even be a maid if prostitution weren't illegal and dangerous. Sex is a whole lot better than cleaning all the time." Rene was looking down in deep thought now. Tears almost ready to run down her face.

"Um, just out of curiosity, how much would you charge for something like that?" I couldn't believe I had just said that. My cock was full blown hard now and there was probably little chance she hadn't noticed it by now. I was also painfully aware that I was still only wearing the clothes I slept in, an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. A smile slowly grew on Rene's face.

"Well, for such an important and kind employer such as yourself, I would discount the price greatly. For now, lets just say twenty bucks." She was breathing heavily now. She turned toward me a bit and the right strap of her tank had slipped a little off of her shoulder. God, I couldn't believe how sexy she looked. Her breasts were thrusting at me with every breath. Legs uncrossed and sitting open to give her more comfort when she turned. I couldn't help it. I got up and walked away from her into the other room. I returned as quickly as I could. I'm sure she noticed my hard on, there was no way she could have missed it. Her eyes went wide when I returned to my spot next to her and handed her a twenty. She just sat there frozen by the unexpected turn of events. I was frozen too. The worst thing that could happen is for her to walk out and then sue me for sexual harassment. 

Rene finally broke the silence. She slowly moved her hand to my upper thigh and brushed it against my cock. She stood up with a look in her eyes that screamed lust. Standing in front of me she slowly swayed as she lowered herself onto me, straddling my waist still sitting on the couch. 

"It's been almost a year since I've felt the intimate touch of a man," she whispered into my ear while slowly grinding her cunt against my cock. The twenty dropped out of my hand and my hands gravitated to her waist. The soft skin of her hands slowly pulls off my shirt and carelessly tosses it aside. Our hips continue to slowly grind each other to some unknown beat. I can feel her wetness through our clothing. My hands started to massage her firm ass. The look on her face said it all, she was close.

"You're my first," I leaned up and whispered into her ear. She was moments away from a massive orgasm, and so was I for that matter. Her breasts swayed with each grind our bodies made against each other. I could barely take it anymore. 

I stood her up and I led her to the bathroom. I quickly stripped the rest of my clothes off exposing my cock to her sight. Rene smiled in approval. The short shorts she was wearing were soaked. She slid her hands under her shorts on her sides and pulled up the edges of a very skimpy thong.

"I push them down while I work," she said with a wink. "Now get in the shower."

I wasn't about to argue with her. With a turn of the knob the water of the shower was on. The water felt good relaxing the muscles and sweat that had built up on my body. Rene stepped into the shower with me; only she was fully clothed minus anything on her feet. A look of pure seduction was in her eyes now. She slowly stepped closer to me and gave me a deep passionate kiss. My erection was ready to burst. Rene broke the kiss off and she quickly pulled off her shorts, now soaked with as much water as her own juices, along with her now soaked tank top. 

There they were, the breasts that I had longed to see. Not a single tan line crossed the full round melons. Her nipples looked almost painfully erect, the same as my penis was. Still in her thong, she moved close to me wrapping her arms around me. When her breasts pressed into my chest and my cock pressed into her stomach, the moment we were both waiting for arrived. The orgasm that came was the strongest either of us had ever had. Rene's juices flowed powerfully down her legs and mine while my cum spurted up between us covering our stomachs. We both went weak and fell to our knees in the shower. 

After a moment of just staring into each other's eyes, we left the shower. I led Rene to the bedroom with our bodies still wet. I went and lay on the bed while the sexy maid slowly, sexily stripped her panties. The display had gotten me hard again; of course being young made it easy. Rene walked up to the bed and stopped with her legs spread. She lightly took my hand and held it to her swollen pussy lips.

"That's not water," she said rubbing my hand into her with one hand and pinching her nipples with her other. My cock was harder than ever now. Her pussy was completely shaven, not a hair on it. This was one of my major turn ons standing in front of me. I slid off the bed and dove my tongue deep into her. Now both of her hands were giving much needed attention to her nipples. She was moaning loudly now and her hips were swaying to the movements of my mouth. At a sudden instant she pulled away and pushed me back onto the bed. Moments later I felt her tongue dart around the head of my cock. This was almost more than I could take. She was an expert, but I was determined to hold myself from cumming again before I was ready. I pulled her head up and just smiled at her. 

Rene lowered herself impaling herself with my cock. It was beyond anything I had ever felt before; I was in ecstasy. She began grinding again to the same unknown beat that we had shared before. My hands wandered her body. There really wasn't a tan line on her body. My hands stopped their wandering on the glorious tits. While massaging them I could feel the walls of her vagina squeezing around my cock. We were close, and there was no going back. With that we both came with a vengeance. Our fluids covered each other as she collapsed onto me. I was happy to lie there holding her till she woke up.

The beautiful maid woke up with me still inside her. She smiled and crawled off me. Her tank top and shorts were put back on and she was ready to go. The thong panties were left to me as a reminder of the time we spent together. Well, at least the first time we spent together, I thought, she was going to be back cleaning in another couple weeks.



Maid Service



My husband and I enjoy travel and like to get away a few times a year. Being cold in the North we like to head south in January or February. This year we went to Florida to see the sights and do the regular tour that the tourists do. We booked into the Hilton at Walt Disney World and got busy seeing and doing all the regular stuff. On the fourth day we were there, my husband had booked a round of golf, that being his passion. My passion on the other hand is shopping and I was quite delighted to let him go and play a round while I took the time to browse the shops.

We went down to the restaurant that morning for a leisurely breakfast before going our own separate ways. He headed off for the links and I went back up to the room to gather my purse and freshen up before my shopping spree. 

It took me about ten minutes to get ready and I grabbed my purse, ready to hit the streets. As I was heading for the door I heard a sound coming from the next room. The room was one of those with an adjoining door to the next room, allowing larger groups to move back and forth easily between. I heard it again, the sound of someone moaning. It was not a moan of pain, but of passion. The couple next door must be getting it on I thought. 

My voyeurism instincts must have taken over because I found myself moving over to the door to listen better. I put my ear near the door and listened to what was definitely the sound of a woman enjoying sex. I listened for a minute or two and began to move away feeling somewhat guilty for intruding on their private moment. 

It was then that I noticed there was a crack between the door and the frame. Well I had come this far. I put my eye to the crack. As luck would have it I was looking directly at the bed in the next room. To my surprise I discovered that it was not a couple making love. 

Spread out on the bed was a woman. I would guess in her early thirties like me. She had brown hair and a tanned complexion with contrasting tan lines. Her left hand was pulling at her breasts, while her right dipped into her pussy. Her head was thrown back and her pelvis thrust back and forth as she finger fucked herself.

I felt I should go but something held me there. She just looked so sexy her one hand pulling at her nipples, then rubbing her palms across them. Her nipples were light colored, almost pink and looked engorged from her play. Her right hand thrusting into her pussy, which was glistening wet with her juices. She would then run up over her clit rubbing it in circles for a few moments before plunging her fingers back inside. 

Oh God, it turning me on. I knew now why my husband liked to watch me masturbate. I also knew that I was going to have to cum too; I had that itch that needed to be scratched. I slipped my hand under my dress and into my panties. I started to rub my own slit that was already very wet from watching her. I continued to rub myself as I watched her start to ram her fingers in harder. I could tell she was close to cumming. As she came I came too, rubbing my hard little button back and forth. My husband always teases me about hew easy I can cum. It is not uncommon for me to cum 30 or 40 times in a session of love making. I guess I am just one of the lucky ones. It does not take much to set me off and this was more than enough.

I figured that would be it, but I continued to watch her, slowly rubbing myself in the after glow. She rolled over for a moment and then back, holding a purse. She reached in and pulled out a vibrator. It was pink and shaped like a penis. She turned the black knob on the end, starting it up. She slid it over her nipples for a few moments before moving it down to easily slip into her dripping pussy. This girl was just getting started.

Well if she could have another orgasm so could I. I slipped my panties off to give better access for my fingers. I started to rub my nub and finger fuck myself again all the time watching her fuck herself with the vibrator. 

I froze........

"That must be quite a show," came a female voice from behind.

Dropping my hand from my crotch I turn to face the maid that had entered the room. I had not heard her in my preoccupation in my mutual masturbation session with the woman next door.

"Let me see," she said, moving past me like she had not just caught me with my fingers in the cookie jar. 

As she stood at the door way her eye to the crack I looked her over. She appeared to be about 19 or 20, perfect completion, black hair, average sized breasts, quite cute. She of course was dressed in the maid uniform of the hotel a blouse, skirt and sensible shoes.

She watched at the crack for about a minute while I stood there trying to force away my embarrassment at being caught. Turning back she said in a low voice. "She looks great, have a look again; I think she is about to cum."

Not knowing what else to do I put my eye back to the crack. The maid was right the woman was starting into the throws of another orgasm. The sight of her cumming again sent another gush of juices to my own pussy. I still had needs that had yet to be met. 

As I watched the other woman my hand crept back under my skirt. I was too far gone to let the fact that the maid was there stop me. As my fingers entered my wet slit I felt a pair of hands reach around and start to undo the buttons on my blouse. The maid quickly undid all the button then helped me removed my blouse. She then undid my bra and removed it to. My fingers went back to my pussy as the maid reached around and caressed my breasts, one in each hand as she left a wet trail of kisses across my shoulders and neck. 

I was transfixed now, watching the woman next door fucking herself, my own fingers in my pussy and the maid playing with my breasts, I was so turned it was like I had a river running out of me. I started into another orgasm

When I finally subsided a bit the maid pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. She moved between my thighs and pushed up my skirt exposing that extremely wet pussy of mine. She moved in and started licking and sucking. Her tongue flicked across my clit, first gently, then harder. She then dipped down pushing her tongue as far as she could inside me. Moving back up she slipped my nub between her lips and sucked, sending me into an immediate orgasm. She continued to lick nibble and suck bring me to multiple orgasms, I don't know how many I was just lost in the feeling of the moment.

Finally I pushed her away. She had given me some fantastic orgasms and I knew that I had to reciprocate. I told her to lie down and as I removed her skirt and panties. She undid her blouse and slid her bra up and over her breasts. All I could think about right now was tasting her juices.

I moved in, giving some tentative licks. She grabbed the back of my head with one hand and ground my face and tongue into her gooey slit. I relished in the taste, the texture, the heat. I did my best, tonguing her clit, diving my tongue deep inside her, sucking her and was rewarded with an orgasm. I continued eating her pussy like a ravenous wolf, devouring her, bringing her to yet another orgasm. 

I laid back, exhausted, but satisfied. What an experience. The maid rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom carrying her clothes. She emerged a few minutes later, dressed and looking again like she had when she first caught me.

She smiled and said, "I hope you have enjoyed your stay at the Hilton, I will be back later to tidy up." With that see winked and left me on the bed, sticky and naked except for my bunched up skirt. 

I got up to shower and as I passed the door to the next room I had one last look. The woman was gone and to this day I wonder it she had heard us and stood at that door, her eye to the crack, watching the maid and I make each other cum. 



Maid Service



The day I met Ronnie was one of the best days I've ever had. I was traveling for business and I had already been on the road a few weeks. The hotels and cities had blended together, but this was the last stop. Two more days and I was home free. I was supposed to work through the weekend, but I was able to finish all my work on Friday. Now, all I had to do was relax until my flight out Monday morning. I treated myself by sleeping in that Saturday morning. Little did I know, but that was the best decision I could've made.

Ronnie was the girl that had been cleaning my room the entire week. I had passed her in the hall and noticed her smoking body making a conscious effort to read her name tag as I walked by, but I hadn't said more than a few words to her. She had never made it to my room before I left in the morning, but this day she caught me lying in bed.

I was startled by the knock at the door followed by the faint inquiry, "Housekeeping." Ronnie only waited a few seconds before keying in. I jumped out of bed, but didn't make it to the door before it opened. She was standing in the hall right in front of me and I was only wearing boxers, the ones that said "love sausage" with a sausage and bun on the front. I couldn't help but be a little embarrassed, but I noticed her eyes looking me up and down. They lingered on the bulge between my legs and I felt a little twinge of excitement from my rod. I hurried back to the bed and slipped under the covers.

"Sorry," I said, grabbing my pants and slipping them on under the sheets.

"Oh, it's okay," she said stuttering a little. She didn't seem uncomfortable, just a little surprised. "I can come back later."

"No, it's no problem," I said softly trying my best to sound apologetic, but the situation actually turned me on. "I was just leaving." I slid on my shirt and noticed her staring at my chest. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I started working on my socks. "Really, I'll let you get to work."

"No, no, you can stay if you want, actually I wouldn't mind a little company." She closed the door behind her. "It'll only take me a minute to straighten up." She was carrying sheets, so I moved over to the little table by the window.

"Well, if you're sure you don't mind." I really didn't mind staying and watching her work. It gave me a chance to check her out even more. She had the tightest ass under those polyester slacks. I couldn't stop staring at it and wondering how my cock would feel shoved into that tight little hole. I wasn't sure, but it really seemed like she was flirting with me as well. I wanted to make a move, but all I could think of was, "what if she didn't want me to make a move? What would happen?" I knew it wouldn't be anything but trouble, so I just sat pretending to watch TV, while she made the bed. I couldn't help but notice her small firm tits as she bent over pulling the sheets into place. She was wearing a frock over a tight t-shirt and it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were rock hard underneath the thin material.

"So what is there to do around here? I've got a day off; maybe I can see the sights."

"To be honest, mister..."

"Dave."

"To be honest, Dave," she stopped and looked straight at me. "There's really nothing to do here. It's a small town and the most exciting things around here are drinking and...fucking." She smiled a big gorgeous smile that made me want her even more. "But the bar doesn't open until 6." She winked.

"Hmmm, two of my favorites," I replied trying to make out something in her eyes, but she just finished making the bed, folding the comforter over the pillows. She walked out of the room and came back in a few moments later with the cleaning supplies for the bathroom. She hadn't said a word, so I was a little disappointed. Thinking that she had just been teasing me, I started to think about where I was going to have lunch.

"Hey, can you give me a hand with this." The voice came from the bathroom, sweet and soft.

"Sure." I hopped up and strode over to the doorway. When I looked in, I saw her kneeling over the tub scrubbing away, her jeans and tight, white thong were down around her knees. Her ass was perfect and the hair around her pussy was neatly trimmed. I wanted to cream right then.

"I'm having trouble reaching this spot." She looked back at me and grinned. "I could really use a hand here." She was teasing me and I liked it. Turning away, she went back to scrubbing the tub.

The blood rushed down between my legs, fattening my cock as I walked up behind her. I started massaging her tight, rock hard ass with my hands. Her legs were toned right up to the spot they met the bottom curve of her cheeks. I slid my hands up her back, massaging past her narrow waist to her shoulders. All the while, I was grinding my cock against her pussy, dry-fucking her through my jeans.

Licking my thumb, I rubbed it gently against her asshole, shoving the tip in and out slowly until she moaned in breathless appreciation. I couldn't believe it, but my cock got even harder. I moved my hand around and ran a finger along the outside of her delicate pussy lips. Slipping it inside her, I gradually worked it until her pussy swallowed it up to the knuckle. Even though her hole squeezed tightly around my finger, her wetness began leaking out onto my hand. I crouched to lick her ass and she squirmed against my tongue, squealing with pleasure.

When she couldn't stand it anymore, she turned and stood, pushing me against the wall. She tongued my mouth in a frenzy and I kissed her back with the same force. Cupping her ass in my hands, I squeezed until she moaned with pleasure. She ran her hands up my shirt and rolled my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.

I couldn't stand it, I wanted our naked bodies to be pressed together. I lifted her up by her ass and she straddled my waist with her legs. Her arms were around my neck and she continued to kiss my face and neck, nipping the flesh lightly with her teeth.

I carried her to the bed and pulled off the rest of her clothes as she tore at my pants, pulling them down around my thighs. Her hand wrestled my cock free of my boxers and she took it into her greedy mouth, stroking the shaft up and down with a firm pressure from her soft hands. I bucked my hips into her and she took it with ease. I felt myself reaching the brink and quickly pulled my rod from her mouth. When I came I wanted it to be inside of her steaming pussy.

I began working my mouth down to her tits and flicked my tongue around her nipples, pinching them lightly with my teeth. I licked around her tits and took them half into my mouth, sucking hard, teething and licking on them. They weren't large but they were the firmest that I had ever had the pleasure of sucking on. She squirmed beneath me and fingered her pussy furiously. I could hear the wetness when she slapped at her clit.

As I moved down past her stomach, I licked at her firm abs then smashed my mouth into her pussy, ramming my tongue as deep as it would go and withdrawing to lick her swollen, drenched lips. I rammed my tongue in again and she held the back of my head to force my face into her as she ground her hips over my face.

When I came up for air, she pulled me into her as she spread her thighs as wide as she could get them. I wanted my cock inside of her so bad. She grabbed my waist to pull me in and we bucked together as she rolled her pussy over my cock with a slow rhythm. With each thrust, I tried to slam my cock in as hard as it would go. The pace increased and we were both breathing heavily. The sweat between our bodies was slick as we slide against each other and I rocked my cock into her.

"Cum inside of me, baby. It's okay. I want you to squirt your load deep into me."

I moaned, feeling myself climax. It was all the encouragement that I needed. A few more thrusts and I cut loose. My balls clenched as they squirted inside of her. I felt my stomach tighten and my entire body tensed. With my arms around her neck, I pulled myself into her and we tongued each other's mouths as I came.

I lay on top of her sighing and trying to catch my breath for several moments before I rolled off of her. "Now watch me, baby." She slapped at her pussy and fingered her clit, finally driving to fingers deep into her tight snatch. I felt myself getting hard again as her pussy began to squirt. I kissed and licked her stomach as I watched the liquid squirt from her hole. I couldn't believe it. I had never seen that before and the best thing was that she did it two more times before collapsing on the bed. The sheets were soaked and we kissed each other me softly. I fingered her pussy lightly, working the tip of my finger in and outplayfully.

"Mmmm, that was nice, baby, but what are we going to do until the bar opens up," she asked, teasing me.

"I can think of one or two things, but don't you have to go back to work?"

"I only have a couple more rooms. But did you want me to make the bed again?" We laughed together. "I think that I need a spanking for being so bad. Could you give it to me," she asked it with a sexy, innocent voice.

"That and more, Babe. I've got the rest of the weekend." 



Maid Service



I woke up with a raging hard-on, my cock throbbing in my boxers. I was relaxing in bed, hand under the covers, just enjoying the feeling of gently stroking it and wishing that my wife was here for an early morning fuck when the maid knocked on the door. I got up and grabbed my robe, sleepily shuffling over to the door.

As I pulled the door open I saw a cute little Asian girl, maybe 20, with a nice petite figure and a friendly smile.

"Hi, you want me to service your room" she said, in good English.

"Ah, no thanks. I only arrived last night and it doesn't really need much." I said. As I did my robe fell open slightly revealing the bulge in my boxers.

"Ok" said the maid, then looking down at me, "but I see you could do with some attention." She smiled knowingly.

"Too right, you want to help?" I said, looking at her chest. Her name badge was pinned on one tit and said Lin.

She looked around, up and down the corridor. There was no one about. 

"Depends how much."

"Come in and let's discuss it."

I turned and went into the room. She grabbed her maid's cart and started pulling it into the room. "If I leave it here, someone will wonder where I am" she explained.

"That's fine, no problem. So how much to blow me?" I said. I'd love to fuck her but that would make me unfaithful. Getting blown would be fine, I thought.

"500" Lin said. I handed her some bills off the dresser. 

"Now why don't you slip that uniform off and show me what you're hiding?"

Lin reached behind her and pulled the zipper down on the maid uniform. It slipped down her slim body and pooled at her ankles. With a shake of her dark hair she stepped out of it revealing white lacy panties and bra, her pert tits filling it nicely.

"Nice body, Lin." I said.

Lin smiled. "Look all you want. That's free. Now let's see what needs some attention. I have to get back to work soon or I'll get in trouble"

"I need what I've paid for, Lin. Come here and help me out".

Lin knelt down and opened the fly of my boxers. My cock sprang out, big and fat, with a drop of precum on the tip.

"Mmm" she said, leaning her head in to lick it. Her tongue ran up and down the tip, along the underside making it twitch. She leaned in and wrapped her hand around the base of it, jacking me a few times. Then she went to work. One moment her hand was wrapped around my shaft, stroking up and down, whilst her other was squeezing my balls. Then her fingernail was running over my slit, making me super-sensitive. She would nibble at the fleshy underside, biting or sucking the tip, keeping me hard all the time but not letting me come. She was a fantastic cocksucker and her sexy body made me want to fuck her too.

As she sucked my cock, Lin stroked my nipples. They hardened. I had nipples like a girl, my wife always said. In fact I loved them being played with and could get really hard when they were pinched. Lin squeezed a little harder, her teeth sliding across my cock. I gasped and she pulled back as my cock twitched.

Watching my face, she leant in and twisted my right nipple hard. I grunted and my cock stiffened more as my ass came off the bed.

"Ha! I know what you like" she said squeezing the other nipple. She went to work on them, putting her head back to my fat knob and twisting my nipples.

"Oh God, you're gonna make me come Lin" I moaned, squirming under her grip.

"Not yet, I'm having too much fun. Now I know what you like, Lin can have some fun too".

She got up and went to her cart, picking something up. As she came back she smiled and leaned over, a handful of clothes pegs in her hand. 

"You like some pain, yes?"

"Yes, I think you know that". I said. I did, it turned me on so much having them pulled and pinched. When I came, I could take a lot of pain. I paid for it afterwards as my nipples ached but it was worth it.

Lin leaned over and pulled my nipples hard pinching them with her nails. She clipped a peg onto each nipple and squeezed it tight. The slight pain made me smile and my cock stiffen again.

"Nice, but you'll need to do better" I said, stroking her pussy through her panties as she knelt on the bed.

"You not getting pussy, so get off. You didn't pay for pussy today" She laughed, pulling away. She grabbed two more pegs and clipped them over each of the existing ones, suddenly clamping them hard down over my tits.

"Shit, that fucking hurts!"

"Good, that's what you need. You know you want it. Now shut up, bitch, and take it. You paid for this, I give you good value". Lin grabbed more pegs and started clipping them on my ball bag. Christ, it hurt! She pushed me back on the bed and starting pulling and twisting the clips on my sack and the ones on my nipples. The pain was intense but just made me feel hotter as she stroked my cock. It was rock hard and my balls ached with the need to come.

As she twisted the pegs on my balls she slipped a thin finger into my mouth. I sucked it, getting it wet and sloppy. Then Lin pulled it out and felt between my legs.

"I know what else you like, I bet" Lin said, pushing at my back passage. Her wet finger slipped in past my ring, my ass opening greedily for her. I'd had a finger or two up there before, sometimes my own, sometimes, after she'd made me beg for it, my wife's. I liked it and this just made me hornier.

"Yeah Lin, that's nice. You know how to make me feel good" I said. She finger fucked my ass, pushing in and out, while she sucked my cock into her mouth and pulled the pegs on my sack. "You're good at this Lin. Must do this a lot huh?"

She twisted the pegs hard. I moaned. That served me right. She pulled her mouth off my cock.

"Don't be rude, you bitch. You pay for blow job, but I know what bitches like you want" she said, shoving a second finger into my ass. I started humping onto her hand, enjoying being ass-fucked. She laughed.

"You liking that too much, yeah? I don't want you feeling that good. Maybe I should just suck you." And with that she pulled her fingers out of my ass and shoved them into my mouth. I sucked them, inhaling the musky smell of my ass, which now felt empty and abandoned. I humped my ass a little, hoping she would take the hint. My cock stood hard as a rock, the pegs sticking off it and come dripping slowly down the end. I was ready to come but Lin wasn't ready to let me.

She got up again and went to her cart, coming back with a long plastic, fat handled brush. She smiled and my ass clenched.

"I clean shit off toilets with this. Now it goes in your shit hole, yes?" she said. She pushed it under my nose. It smelt of shit. 

"You want this in dry or wet, bitch?" said Lin. I opened my mouth obediently and sucked the handle. It wasn't too bad, just tasted like plastic. I tried to get it wet so it would go in easy. Lin let me have another moment then pulled it out.

"Now you want to come, don't you?" she said

"Yes, I'm ready." Oh God, was I! I pushed my cock towards her hand. She ignored it and just twisted a nipple peg making me cry in pain. This was starting to really hurt but Lin was enjoying herself.

"Ok, then, you know what's coming." Lin pushed my legs open, pulling my balls aside roughly and making me wince. Involuntarily, I opened my legs and pushed my ass up like some eager little bitch. She pushed the handle right in, not pausing at my asshole. It hesitated for a moment, my ass burning as it forced its way in, then slid in about six inches or so. My ass felt full and Lin grinned as she gripped the shaft.

She pushed a little harder and more slipped in, filling my bowels until just the shit-smelling end stuck out. I was a human toilet brush and felt dirty. But it turned me on. The vague smell of shit under my nose, this dirty woman almost making me cry like a girl, certainly fucking me like one and my cock as hard as it had ever been, were the biggest turn-on I had had for months.

Lin let go of the brush and grabbed both my nipples by the pegs, hauling on them so hard I thought they would come off. The pain was intense and I rose up to try and stop it. She let go with one hand and pushed me down.

"No, now you take what I give, and come. You are my little bitch and I will fuck you good" Lin laughed at me. I was a silly little bitch in her eyes, just some horny guy with money for her to abuse. But I didn't care if she let me come. She reached around with her free hand and grabbed the handle, pushing it in and out of me. The feeling was intense, of being full and violated, but the stimulation and humiliation started making my cock spasm. She twisted my other nipple so hard I cried out.

"Yes, now you come," Lin cried, leaning down and biting my other nipple hard, taking the peg in her mouth. She clamped down and I started to come. As I did she hauled the handle out of my ass. I exploded, coming over my stomach, my nipples burning and my ass gaping. My cock kept twitching, trying to fire more come out long after it was finished. Lin leaned back, letting my nipple go. A small trickle of blood ran down where her teeth had pierced the skin. She brought the brush up to my face.

"Can't go back to work like this. Clean it now" she ordered. I opened my mouth and sucked the handle in, like it was a shit-stained cock. I sucked and licked it clean. Lin pulled it out and sniffed at it.

"Guess that will do." She tossed it over onto the cart, getting up and picking her uniform up off the floor. I sat up, dazed.

"Hey, what about these, "I said, pointing at the pegs on my nipples.

"Keep them. You'll need them for tomorrow, won't you" Lin said, smiling. "You need room cleaning tomorrow, don't you? And maybe I make you do more with brush or something else if you are lucky, hey?"

"Yeah" I said, collapsing back on the bed, and carefully taking the pegs off. My ass felt like it was on fire. It was really going to hurt taking a shit. Lin headed for the door pushing the cart.

"Hope the service was to your satisfaction," she laughed "See you tomorrow. If you're lucky maybe I do more to you also."

I lay there, cock already twitching again at the thought of it. It was going to be a good trip.



Maid Service



Being unemployed sounds fun and easy but it's not especially when you want to work and nobody wants to hire you. I've been out of work now for almost a year; my severance long since gone and my unemployment insurance is just enough to pay for our mortgage.

Fortunately Laura my wife of 10 years has a decent paying job which covers more than everything else. 

Laura started as a low on the totem pole; a legal secretary at 20. Her talents allowed her to quickly rise through the ranks (her 36C assets didn't hurt either) and was soon assigned to one of the senior lawyers at the firm.

About six months ago, Laura seemed to be getting more and more irritated with me not working and seeming to just lounge around. Five months ago she finally voiced her displeasure.

"Martin, I know you've been trying to find work and I know how hard it is." Laura said. "But I could use a little more help!"

"But Laura!" I replied. "I give you the entire unemployment payout! And to make it worse, it's ending soon."

"I mean, more help around the house." Laura pleaded. "Washing; cleaning; grocery shopping and stuff like that. You can be like my little maid!"

So reluctantly I agreed and started more chores. I learned to keep the house and do both our laundry. I even started learning to cook.

A while back, I started to notice her clothes got more designer and fitted as she grew at the firm; very business-like but border line sexy. Hems were a little shorter; heels were higher. Under garments too: from plain and cotton to lacy bra and panties. Pantyhose changed to thigh highs or stockings and garters. I thought nothing of it mostly because I was working at the time, I hardly had the time noticed. 

Responsible for the washing, it now was plainly evident as I rinsed out her nylons, carefully wash her delicate undergarments and neatly put them away. I don't think she owned anything granny anymore. No cotton; silks, satins, and lace only. More push-up bras and bustiers to accentuate her cleavage.

Our sex time diminished to a mere trickle. I was luck to get a hand job from her some times. I had to rely on myself for satisfaction most of the time. Tehn for some reason, I started using Laura's panties and nylons to jerk off with. As I rubbed them along my cock and balls, the softness reminded me of her skin (when she allowed me to touch her) and her smell often made my head euphoric. 

This method made me come quickly, but sometimes I needed to slow my climax down. I would spend time rubbing her panties over my body, along me legs and over my ass before jerking off and spewing hot cum hard over my chest.

Then it seemed logical to me at the time. If I wore her panties, I would get that feeling all the time especially when I jerked off. 

I slid one leg then the other into the leg holes of her panties and shimmied them up my butt. I was right! The feeling was exquisite! I almost exploded inside the gusset without having to touch myself. Then it became worse than taking drugs. The more I did it, the more I wanted it. Panties soon became not enough. I started putting on her bras, then stockings and garters.

Even though I did not have a lot, my body hair insolated 100% of the contact of my ensemble. I trimmed my pubic hair to a neat little bush. I started shaving so that all other body hair was gone. I justified it as man-scaping in case someone asked, but the feel of my undies next to my naked skin was exhilarating. 

So addictive was my habit, many times right after Laura dressed and left for the office, I would transform myself. I stripped off my clothes, inspected myself for unwanted body hair. I would invade Laura's drawers and lay out my outfit I would wear. 

Sometimes I would wear her things under my jeans and shirt when I went grocery shopping. I kept the garter straps tight so they would bite into my thighs as I walked with a more than gentle swaying of my hips. I would stand with my hands in my pockets in front of a rack pretending to ponder my purchase, but in reality, I was playing with my strap. 

More than a couple of times (maybe on purpose), Laura would come home before I had the chance to change back. If it was cold, I would keep my bra on and put on a sweatshirt otherwise braless under a t-shirt then quickly jump into a pair of loose sweat pants. I wore socks on to hide my nylon toes which I started to paint a pretty pink. Then we ate the dinner I prepared and set in front of her like her maid. After sitting down to join her, I would slip a hand under the table and play with my clips and strap. Or inside my track pants and play with myself through my panties. I could almost make myself cum like this.

So today, I selected a black and red lace inset corset giving me a more curvy and delicate female shape. The padded cups gave me a set near to what Laura owned even though I had none. I found my favourite pair of her matching panties. The crotchless opening was tied closed with red ribbons easily controlling my stiff four and a half inch clit, but I left the ribbon closing the rear most part untied for that more than slutty appeal. 

I carefully rolled on a pair of white nylons with red reinforced toes and Cuban heels and a red seam that ran all the way up the back of my legs and attached them to the straps dangling from the bustier; three on each side.

I squeezed into a pair of her 4-inch red stiletto mules to strut around in (after many practice walks). I felt so hot! So slutty! So horny! I wanted to come right then but restrained myself from premature relief. 

I grabbed a feather duster and started pretending to clean my already immaculately clean house. 

I was dusting and humming to myself. Legs tightly together and still in my high heels, I bent over at the waist to feather a low book shelf. All of a sudden, the front door opened. With my exposed ass in the air, I turned to see Laura in the door way with her mouth agape. I quickly stood up and faced her. She looked at me from head to toe and up again.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" Laura demanded. Suddenly with recognition she continued, "Hey! Those are my clothes! Martin, what the fuck is going on?"

"Oh hi honey!" I tried to change the subject; how could I change the subject standing there in Laura's lingerie and heels? "What are you doing home now?"

"I forgot to bring the file I worked on last night with me this morn .... Forget that! What are you doing wearing my things!"

Caught literally with my pants down, I could do nothing but fully confess. I told her everything from how it started; to shopping; to dinner times, to how I like to clean and primp around the house.

"Eww! That's sick!" Laura cringed. 

She seemed to be standing there thinking. I stood there like a servant waiting for her command.

Suddenly, she went to her office and retrieved the forgotten file. As she left, she told me "No changing. You stay dressed like that until I get back tonight; I maybe a later than usual. Have dinner ready. I'll deal with you then!"

Well staying dress as I was, was no concern. In fact I had planned to anyway. More important was what Laura would do? Leave? Kick me out? Tell everyone?

Standing in the middle of the living room in my corset and panties, I started to cry like a little girl. I stood there fretting about what Laura might do. "Oh my gawd!" I groaned. "What if she starts to tell everyone? I'll be a laughing stock!"

I shook my head a little and dried my tears. "She really didn't appear to be that angry." I thought. "In fact I think there was a bit of a smile!" 

I started to feel better about myself. I decided I'd fix her favourite dinner. I know she said not to cover up but I needed go shopping. 

Dressing quickly, I covered my girl clothes with my ugly man clothes. I rushed to the store and bought my food supplies and couple of bottles of wine.

After I arrived back home, I stripped off my man clothes and remained in my girl clothes as per Laura's instruction. I quickly prepped everything for the evening meal and then waited.... And waited.... And waited.....

One hour later than normal, Laura finally entered the house. I was there to greet her with a suitably chilled glass of wine. I took her things except for a bag she refused to let me take.

"Take those things to my office and come back." Laura told me. I obeyed as instructed.

"Well I had some time to think about this today." Laura started. "At first I thought you were sick and I was going to toss you out dress like the fag you are."

I gasped, but before I could say anything, Laura continued. "Then I thought since you like playing dress up maid, you can be my girlie maid!"

I looked at her with puzzlement. Laura opened the red opaque bag and pulled out a white crisp cotton pinafore apron with a Chantilly lace border. "Put this on!" She threw it to me. 

The bust part clipped onto the cups of my bustier. I tied the strings behind. The length of the apron came to my upper thigh; just above the welts of my stockings. You could still see the clips.

Then she threw me a wig. It matched my hair colour. "Wear this until your own hair grows longer." I fitted it on my head. The hair was styled in a short bob with bangs hanging down over my eyebrows.

"And these." Laura tossed me something else. White cuffs with cuff links; a white maid's hair band and an inch wide black satin choker with a large stone in the centre. "That's to hide your Adam's apple."

I finished putting everything on with Laura's help and direction.

"You will dress like this every day." Laura started to instruct me. "You will get up every morning before I do and help me get ready for work. You WILL do as I tell you to. And don't cross me or you will regret it!"

Outside I was shaking with fear. Inside I was shaking with excitement. I was so happy to be able to dress as I really wanted and still be with Laura even in a subservient position.

"Oh and you can keep what you are wearing." Laura scolded me. "I don't want that stuff back after you soiled them. We'll get more of your own stuff later."

We, or should I say she ate dinner. Maids were not to eat at the same time or place as Lady Laura (I decided it was improper for a maid to call her superior by only her first name).

Bedtime. 

"Go run a bath for me Martin." Lady Laura posed for a second. "Hmm? That doesn't really work does it. How about Marta? Yes, I like that name. Go run me a bath Marta!"

"Yes Lady Laura." I smiled at my new name as I skipped off to fill the bath. 

I returned to help undressed Lady Laura. I removed her blouse to take to the dry cleaners. I unzipped her skirt and held it so Lady Laura could step out of it and then hung it up in her closet. I undid Lady Laura's bra. Her bosom is so beautiful. I wish mine were something near to their size. I rolled the thigh highs down her legs to rinse them out later.

She entered the bath and I softly soaped and washed Lady Laura. As I stood there with my legs parted so I could soap Lady's breast, Lady Laura ran her wet hand and fingers between my legs; stroking the skin between my stockings and panties and sometimes caressing my hard clitty.

"Seems Marta is enjoying her new station." Lady Laura smiled. "Maybe I'll give you a reward later."

Lady Laura stood up. I thoroughly rinsed the soap off using a hand sprayer before toweling Lady Laura's body.

For bed, Lady Laura selected a soft pink baby doll with chiffon panties. As part of my reward for the evening, Lady Laura also wanted to wear white stocking and garters. I carefully unrolled them up Lady Laura's legs and clipped them. It was so difficult since my hands were trembling so much.

I turned down the sheets to the bed as Lady Laura got in.

"Marta!" Lady Laura called. "I need some satisfaction. Lick me!"

I crawled between Lady Laura's legs. Initially I lapped Lady Laura's outer lips gently with my tongue, only to have her grab the back of my head and smash it into her soaking cunt.

"Fuck me!" Lady Laura commanded. "Fuck me with your tongue."

I did as I was ordered. The old Laura always love me eating her. My tongue was as long as my hard clit. 

"Yes, that it Marta!" Lady Laura started to thrash. "Fuck me with your tongue! Make me c..u..m.... I'm cu..u..u..ming...g...g...!"

A flood of juice started pouring from Lady Laura. I greedily lapped and drank it all up. Not wasting a drop. The excitement also made me explode inside my panties.

Exhausted Lady Laura pants. "Thank you Marta. That was wonderful. You may now go to sleep."

Beaming with delight, I started to crawl into bed beside Lady Laura.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going?" Laura asked. "Maids don't sleep with their owners." 

Stunned and no longer smiling, I retreated. After cleaning everything up and rinsing out Lady Laura's things, I retired to bed in the guest room. As I laid there recounting everything that happened, I fell asleep smiling to myself.



Maid Service



I'm a busy housekeeper at a four star hotel, I clean the rooms, restock the bathrooms, and make the beds. It's a tedious job, but I don't mind cleaning up rooms for the pay and the good tips. One night, I went into room 518 on the 5th floor. I went and remade the king size bed. As I remade the bed, I noticed a dark gray t-shirt on the chair. I went over to the chair and picked up the t-shirt. I slowly put it up to my nose and smelled it. The dark gray shirt was designed by Affliction, but it had a heady, musky scent to it. 

The shirt smelled of mainly sweat and cologne, mainly Obsession for Men. The combination of the two gave me a bit of a scentgasm. I even noticed a bottle of that cologne over on the dresser. As I straightened up the room, I then heard the sound of running water from the bathroom. I placed fresh, clean white towels and washcloths on the shelves above the toilet. 

After that, I looked at the semi-fogged mirror and I noticed the guy taking a shower behind me. He was tall and very fit. He had tattoos sleeved on both of his muscular arms and one on his upper back. I watched as he rubbed body wash on his chest, his six-pack abs, his inked arms, and the rest of his fit body. I got a little more aroused when I saw one his hands washing his long, thick cock. Then, I realized that's no ordinary fit, hot man, it was The Viper better known as Randy Orton.

I've never told any of my co-workers that I'm a wrestling fan, especially a fan of The Viper. That man's a walking, talking, breathing turn-on! Everything he does just turns me on, especially when he's in the ring. When I see photos of him online or in magazines or watch him on TV, I often fantasize about him, sometimes even touch myself while looking at a picture of him. Every now and then, I fantasize about him while rubbing my bedroom pillow between my thighs. While he's still in the shower, I closed my eyes and quietly begin to touch my body. I started squeezing my naturally endowed breasts with my hands, then I slid my hand into my panties and started rubbing.

As I touched myself, I delved myself into a little fantasy. 

=======================DREAM=====================

I imagined myself sitting on the counter next to the bathroom with my back against the mirror and my deep brown eyes closed, touching myself. With my one hand squeezing my breasts, my other hand was in my black satin panties, getting myself wet between my thighs. Randy then noticed me, I quickly opened my eyes and there he was standing in front of me. His naked-yet-towel-covered-body was soapy and dripping wet because he was in the shower. 

He looked at me and said with his deep, smooth voice, "Let me get you wet."

His words along with his wet, naked body made me cream in my panties. With one arm wrapped around my waist, he carried me to the shower. There, he took off the black satin bra and panties under my uniform, kissed my lips, and caressed my body all underneath the very warm spray of water. He also kissed and licked my breasts while he slipped three of his fingers inside of my warm and wet pussy. While fucking me with his fingers, my hands were feeling his firm ass. His large hands caressed me up and down while his lips kissed and licked my neck. I then turned to face him and kissed his lips in return while my hands explored his naked body. Then, he kneeled in front of me and started licking my honey pot. I gasped at the first lick he delivered. I was not only wet from the shower, but I was already wet between my thighs from the seduction he delivered to me. I held his head in place as he tasted my pussy some more. I watched as he kissed up my stomach and returned to my lips. I kissed and licked his lips as my hands gently squeezed his firm ass. 

Then, he said to me, "Wait right here." 

I nodded my head as I stood in the shower. A few minutes later, Randy came back with a bottle of water-based lubricant in his hand. Being sure not to spill, he carefully poured some of the lubricant on his fingers and spread it onto my pussy lips. My hand then softly touched his wet, velvety cock as I licked his neck and shoulders; my other hand caressed and squeezed his firm, fit ass. Once Randy's vanilla cock was nice and hard, I pressed my back against the cool tile wall as Randy wrapped his arms around my waist and slipped his large vanilla velvet viper inside my pussy with one smooth thrust. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he thrusted deeper inside me. The still very warm shower of water sprayed our bodies as Randy went in and out of me. His thrusts were deep and a little hard and my legs were wrapped around his waist. After we both climaxed, Randy slowly took his cock out of me and his love venom slowly dripped from my pussy.

My legs felt like jelly and I was about to fall, but then Randy caught me in his arms and deeply kissed my lips as he turned off the shower and carried me to the bedroom.

========================END OF DREAM============

I quietly went back to work as I went into the bedroom. As I started to make the bed, I then noticed a pair of underwear by the bed. It was a pair of gray cotton boxer briefs, preferably Calvin Klein. I picked up the briefs and for a brief moment I took a sniff; the briefs were scented with sweat, musk, and pheromones. I put the boxers on the nearby chair, which was also occupied by his dark jeans. 

As I put the pillows on top of the neatly made king sized bed, I suddenly felt a pair of large hands gently squeezing my round ass before moving to naturally endowed breasts. I stopped and turned around; there was a towel-clad Randy behind me.

I wanted to be mad, but I calmly said to him, "Forgive me for I didn't see or feel you behind me while I was working." 

Then, he said, "I couldn't help but notice the good work you're doing. And also how lovely you look."

"Thanks, I do my best." I replied.

"What time do you get off work? Because I was wondering if you could keep me company tonight." Randy said to me.

I then looked at my watch and said to him, "I'm just about to be off right now."

"Can you come back to my room once you clock out?" Randy asked me.

"Sure." I said as I smiled at him.

He then slowly wrapped his arms around me like he was giving me a hug. Being in his arms felt so good, especially in a hug. His damp, naked-yet-towel-clad body felt so warm against my fully-clothed body. Then, I went downstairs, clocked out for the night, changed into some clothes, got my overnight bag, and came back to Randy's room. I knocked on the door and Randy let me in. As I went inside, I took the "Do Not Disturb" sign and placed it in front of the door.

"Wow, you came back quickly! Please come right in." Randy said to me.

As soon as Randy and I went into his bedroom, I then said to him, "I'm glad to be back in your room, Randy, especially because I'm off the clock for the night."

"Let me take your coat." He said to me.

"Okay, thanks." I said as I took off my black short trench coat and put my overnight bag down by his bed.

Randy put my coat over by the chair before kissing my lips. As we kissed, I felt his ripped, half-naked body pressed against my body. 

He gently broke the kiss, looked at me, and said, "You really clean up nice for a hotel housekeeper."

"Mmm, thanks." I responded as he looked into my eyes.

I returned his kiss on the lips as my hands explored his body. They travel from his hyper mobile tattoo-sleeved shoulders, to his ripped abs, to his muscular back, and all the way down to his firm ass, which was covered by a pair of black cotton pajama bottoms.

After the kiss, I said to Randy, "I'm about to change into something a little more comfortable."

"Take your time." Randy told me as I took my overnight bag and went into the bathroom, the same bathroom where I briefly watched Randy as he took a shower and where I silently played with myself.

A couple of minutes later, I came out of the bathroom. I wore a sexy French maid lingerie fantasy outfit, which consisted of a black and white underwire teddy, a flirty apron, white lace gloves, and a white lace headband and neckband. I also wore a pair of black lave stay-up thigh high stockings on my legs and a pair of black suede lace-up boots on my feet. My silky, jet black hair flew down to my shoulders, lightly caressing the sides of my neck.

Randy got up from the bed, looked at me, and said, "Damn! You look really sexy tonight, especially in that costume."

I replied, "Thanks, this is a lot sexier than the hotel uniform I've been wearing all day. I've never told you this, but while I was working on your room earlier today I had fantasized about you."

Randy smiled at me and said, "Mmmm, tell me about it."

"I silently and secretly looked at you and your hot, ripped body as you took your shower. While you were in the shower, I was by the sink and I touched myself. I then fantasized about you taking me into the shower, taking off my hotel maid uniform, and having passionate, steamy sex. Our bodies were wet as you kissed and touched me all over." I told him.

Feeling aroused, Randy replied, "Wow, I had no idea how turned on you were. I had a fantasy about you."

Curious and turned on, I asked him, "What's your fantasy about me?"

He replied, "It all started when I first saw you in my room and I accidentally squeezed your beautiful bottom. After you left to clock out, I imagined touching your beautiful body, kissing those lips, and pleasuring you all night long. I imagined me and you messing up the sheets and making you come again and again."

"Whenever I see you on TV or looked at pictures of you in magazines or online, you're like this walking, talking, breathing turn-on. You're like sex on two legs and everything about you just turns me on." I said to him.

I watched as he smiled at me. That sexy smile not only made my heart flutter, it also made my pussy drip with desire.

I continued, "Oh, where do I start? Those sexy blue eyes, that hot smile, those kissable, lickable lips, that ripped body that makes me want to sex you, those strong thighs that I would want to straddle, that muscular back that I want to rub with my hands, that firm, fit ass that I wanna feel in my hands as you're sexing me, those tattoo-sleeved arms I want to wrap around my waist, or that deep, smooth voice of your that gives me chills through my body."

"How about we fulfill each other's fantasies tonight?" Randy suggested with that sexy smile on his face. He also looked at my body with those blue fuck me eyes.

"I would really like that!" I happily exclaimed.

Randy then pulled me close and passionately kissed my lips. His large hands caressed up and down my body, I moaned as he kissed down my neck. My hands explored every inch of his hot, fit, fuckable body; going from his head to his frontal body, down his fit, muscular back, and down to his firm ass. He then took me to the bed where he laid me down and took off my shoes. I watched and sighed as he kissed my aching feet before moving down to my ankles. I deeply sighed when he licked both of my legs with his wet, pink tongue. I felt my pussy gradually dripping as I watched him pleasuring me from my feet to my legs. He looked at me with a pleasured smile on his face as he kissed my lips some more. I enjoyed being pleasured, especially by a bad boy-looking pro wrestler like Randy.

As we kissed, I felt Randy's hand unzipping my maid costume while his other hand played with silky black strands of my mid-length hair. He slowly took the costume off of my body and his eyes admired every square inch of my womanly body. His eyes widened with wild desire as he saw my womanly, curvaceous black lace-underwear clad body.

"You look even sexier in your underwear as you were in your maid costume." Randy said to me with a sexy smile on his face.

I smiled back at him as I sat up and returned his kiss on the lips. My hands caressed up and down his strong back while his tongue swirled inside my mouth. I then watched with aroused anticipation as Randy reached around and unhooked the back of my bra. I gasped as he licked both of my nipples before cupping my breasts into his hands. I moaned as he kissed and sucked both of my breasts. As he orally pleasured my breasts, I felt his viper awakening against my thigh though his pajama bottoms. I moaned and groaned as he moved lips down to my belly as his hands rested on my hips. He then sat up and I watched him lick his fingertips. He slid his hand into my panties and gently rubbed my clit. I groaned at the sensation as my juices started to leak from my pussy. I slowly pulled off my panties as Randy kissed down to my waistline.

Randy looked at me with those blue fuck-me eyes and "Mmmmm, I'm ready to taste you."

I gasped and moaned as he delivered the first lick to my naked, hair-free pussy. My hands held his head into place as he proceeded to taste me. I felt my juices leak into his mouth with each lick and suck. As I continued to be orally satisfied, I felt my legs wobble and felt his hands squeezing and massaging my breasts. He kissed and licked my inner thighs before moving up to my lips.

I caught my breath as he said to me, "You taste sweeter than honey."

With that being said, he kissed my lips as I tasted my own nectar from his mouth. I then rolled him onto his back and returned his kiss. As I kissed down to his neck, my hands explored every inch of his hot, ripped body. My hands traveled from his chest to his arms to his to his shoulders to his abs down to his strong thighs. His moans verbally told me that he enjoyed being touched and kissed. My fingertips reached down his pajama bottoms and touched his waking cock. 

I slowly pulled off his bottoms with my fingers, looked at his naked, large cock before looking at him, and said, "Looks like someone's wide awake."

He smiled at me and said, "I'm ready to feel your mouth on me."

I smiled back at him as I gave his cock a long, slow lick before slowly taking him into my mouth. Randy moaned deeply as I slowly sucked him. I felt his hands gently play with my hair as I orally assaulted him. I heard him moan some more as I licked and sucked him again. After I went down on him, I kissed and licked my way up to his lips. 

He looked deep into my chocolate brown eyes and said to me, "You're a sexy woman and you have such beautiful eyes."

I smiled at his compliment as I kissed his lips again. Then, I said to him, "I have some condoms in my overnight bag in the bathroom."

He smiled back and said before getting up from the bed, "Let me get them."

As Randy went into the bathroom, I leaned back against the headboard of the bed with a pillow resting on my lower back. I felt my pussy with my fingers, which was still from his licking and sucking. Randy came back into the bedroom with a full box of condoms and joined me on the bed. Once he was properly protected, Randy pulled me close to him as his cock slowly slid into my pussy inch by inch. I gasped at the feel of him inside me as I looked into his eyes. 

His hands held on to my bottom as he thrusted deeply into my pussy. I moaned as he kissed my neck while my hands went up and down his strong, muscular back. My legs were wrapped around his waist as I licked and kissed his earlobe. His cock continued to stroke my pussy lips as my moans and groans grew intense. Randy moaned with me as thrusts went deeper and a little harder; my legs wobbled again, fluttering like butterfly wings.

I looked at him, smiled, and said, "Oooh, my legs feel so wobbly."

"It's a very good sign." Randy said as he smiled back.

His hands moved from my bottom up to the top of my head, stroking my hair. My hip movements went along with his thrusts while kissing my lips. 

Then, we switched positions. Randy sat up on the bed with his back against the headboard and said, "I want you on top of me."

I smiled at him as I slid my pussy onto his still hard, condom-covered cock. I moaned as I moved up and down onto his cock. Randy caressed my body all over with his large hands. I then licked my fingertips and rubbed my clit, making my moans and groans even more intense. 

His hands held onto my hips as he kissed my lips and said, "Come for me."

He repeated it two more times as I was near climax. A few more strokes to my pussy and then I laid on top of him as he took off the condom and his hot love venom spilled onto my breasts and stomach. Randy moved aside and placed one of the pillows at the back of my head as he deeply kissed lips. Our hearts beated and our bodies perspired with lust and passion. The bed, sheets, and the entire room was filled with the combined scent of sweat, sex, and pheromones.

"I hope you forgive me for the mess I made on your body." Randy said as he smiled at me.

"I don't mind it at all. I also wouldn't mind going another round with you after we take a rest." I said to him.

"I love that!" Randy replied as we rested our naked, lust-perspired bodies rested next to each other.

My sexual encounter with The Viper was the best night of my life. I also got more than one rush from touching that sexy body of his. That and plus he was way hotter in person. Also, he was even sexier naked just as he was half-naked or fully-clothed. I even liked how me and him messed up the sheets and our clothes all scattered on the bedroom floor, I just hope whoever does my shift tomorrow doesn't mind taking care of our little mess. I even looked myself in the dresser mirror and quietly admired the orgasm-induced blush on my face. I wouldn't mind messing up the bed with him again.

THE END 



Maid Service



I moved into a new unit a couple of months ago. A couple of days after I moved in there was a Body Corporate meeting and I went along to meet my fellow owners. They seemed a nice bunch and the meeting was quite friendly.

After the meeting we had a light supper and a general chat, during which I asked about available maid services. Sandra, the owner of a unit across the drive from me recommended the service she uses. Said that they were always on time and did an excellent job. They had a key and if she wasn't home they just let themselves in, did their work and departed.

Quite an attractive woman, Sandra. Tall and elegant with a good sense of style. Very nice figure and a face that that would look good on your pillow in the morning. I flagged to myself that I'd have to get better acquainted with her.

I contacted the maid service and made the necessary arrangements and then forgot about them, except for paying the bill at the end of each month. I was always at work when they came around, and as long as the house was clean, with minimum impact on me, I was happy.

A few months after I'd started the service I was having a couple of days at home. I was in my office researching some things on the net when I heard a key in the door and someone entered. I was about to go and check when I remembered that today was the maid's day, so I decided I'd just let her get on with her work while I finished what I was doing, and then I'd go out and say hullo.

After about ten minutes, I put everything on hold, got up and stretched and went to introduce myself to the maid. I could hear noises in the front room so assumed that's where she was and wandered on over.

She was there all right, and she was quite spectacular. Long black hair, lovely olive skin, amazing boobs and what I considered to be a very cute bottom. I could see all this in some detail, because she was also nude. Stark, staring naked.

I'm surprised she didn't hear my jaw hit the floor, but she continued on with what she was doing, quite oblivious to the fact that her charms were on full display to a total stranger. And what wonderful charms they were.

While I watched, and before I could gather my wits sufficiently to speak, she reached over, stretching to reach something with the cloth she was using. One leg lifted high as she balance on the other, and now her charms were really on display. I noticed that she shaved and her delicately flushed lips seemed to smile at me. I ask you, what could a gentleman do?

I don't know what a gentleman would do, but I damn well know what I did. I unzipped and stepped up behind her and my erection was sliding between those lovely lips of hers before she had even registered the fact that I was there. Things then proceeded as expected.

She screamed and tried to pull away, yelling at me and swearing. The gist of what she was saying could be summed up as "Take it out! Now!"

Belatedly remembering that gentleman bit, I did as told, letting her slip off and out of my clutches.

Spinning around to face me she started talking again, while the dance of the hands commenced. It was fascinating. She was a naturally expressive talker, used to waving her hands around as she spoke. At the same time, she was trying to cover up all those places that she thought I shouldn't be looking at.

Her hands started off by covering her pussy and her breasts, but as she talked she gesticulated. One of her hands would start to wave in the air, she'd see my eyes drop to the forbidden spot, and a hand would be snatched over to cover it, leaving something else revealed as likely as not.

After a few moments I started to hear what she was saying. She was Consuela, and she was the maid. 

"I am paid to be maid and do housework," she yelled at me. "I am not paid to do other things, no." She waved her finger in my face, saw me eyeing her breasts and promptly tried to cover then again.

"No, I say," she went on. "I am not paid for that. I am paid for housework only." Her eyes dropped down to where my erection was still standing firm. "I am not paid for that," she shouted at me. "You will put it in now, I insist!"

Not sure exactly what she meant but deciding to interpret that the way I wanted to, I just reached out and, capturing her bottom, I lifted her up and was once again entering her.

The screaming started again, which was a pity as she was wet and slippery this time, and I could see her nipples were starting to pay attention to what was going on.

"You will stop that," she yelled. "I mean you will put it in your trousers, not me."

Withdrawing again, I started to speak but she was off again.

"I tell you I am not paid for that. I am paid for housework. I do not do things like that. Housework I am paid for. That I am not."

I sensed that she was trying to tell me that what I paid for maid services didn't cover other types of service. I'm quite quick that way, and can draw conclusions from limited data. I also knew how to produce solutions to unexpected problems.

I reached into my pocket, took out my wallet and produced a couple of notes that I held in front of her and then put on a ledge next to her.

Consuela looked at the note, and then continued her little speech.

"I am paid for housework. That is all I am paid for. You want other services you go elsewhere." 

I could see her eyes drifting first to the money, then down to where my cock was standing proud and quivering slightly and then back to the money.

She seemed to swallow. "I am not paid for that," she stated.

Which of us moved first is hard to say. She seemed to shrug and accept the fact that my cock wanted attention right now and she was going to have to either fight or accept it. She reached and grabbed the money at about the same time as I reached over and pulled her towards me again, with my cock sliding home with a will.

We stood there for a moment while my hands moved up to cup her breasts, and then I started moving slowly within her. As far as I was concerned there was no hurry. I would be content to just take my time and let the tensions slowly build.

As I slowly rocked with her I gently quizzed her about her working habits.

"Do you always work nude?" I asked.

"No," she told me. "I never used to, but when I started cleaning Miss Sandra's unit she asked me if I'd mind working like that. She said she likes to be naked in her house and prefers visitors to be the same."

I again made a mental note to get further acquainted with Sandra. It sounded as though it could be interesting.

"And after that?"

Consuela shrugged, which had an interesting ripple effect on both of us from the way she gasped. I know it did on me.

"I find I liked working like this," she told me. "I now work like this in any place where no-one is home. You are not supposed to be home. Why you not at work instead of here molesting me?" 

"I'm doing some research," I told her, ignoring the molesting bit. "Has anyone else caught you working naked?"

Consuela seemed to be having trouble gathering her thoughts as we continued to sway slowly in place. She was writhing against me now, trying to get me to hurry, panting slightly as she clutched hold of me.

"No, I never caught before," she gasped. "Not like Rosario."

"Who is Rosario, I asked, "and what happened to her?"

"Talk later," she groaned. "Now fuck please, and not so slow."

I smiled at her, deliberately slowing the pace a little and she moaned.

"Bastard," she said. "You go faster or I go and find someone who will."

An idle threat if ever I heard one, and I laughed. However, I also started to drive home a little harder and faster, plunging deep into her in fine style.

Consuela was clinging desperately to me now. Her legs had crept up and were locked around my waist while her arms were around my neck, hanging on as tight as she could. I had her wedged against the wall and was really hammering.

Very shortly her gasps turned to squeals of anticipation and then to a scream as I came. She was shaking her head, saying "No, no," when she suddenly jerked and screamed again, but now she was saying "Yes!" Changeable little thing, but definitely fun to be with.

As our mutual climaxes died down she relaxed, and her legs slowly descended until she was standing again, though still pinned to the wall by my turgid erection. 

When her wits seemed to be coming back to her I prompted her. "You were saying about Rosario?"

"Oh, that one. She also cleans, sometimes for Miss Sandra, and she also likes to work with no clothes. She tells me she was surprised one day when an owner came home unexpectedly and had a friend with him."

"Did she tell you what happened?" I asked, curious about Rosario.

"She was embarrassed, and decided she didn't speak English. When they asked her what she was doing she just held up her duster and say si. She said they asked her why she was naked and she just say si. She said they asked her if she understood them and she said si. 

She then said that they looked at each other and smiled and then one say to her did you know we're allowed to bang any naked girls we find in our units, and she say si.

She say things then got very interesting for the next hour and she was nearly late for her next appointment."

I couldn't help it. I laughed. Consuela looked at me and laughed as well. "Rosario, she like men. She still works naked."

"And you?" I asked. "Are you going to continue to work naked?"

Consuela looked at me and nodded. "Probably. Is fun. Now I need to finish work."

To indicate that I should withdraw and let her go about her duties, she thrust her hips at me, hinting time was up. Unfortunately, it had the opposite effect to what she wanted. Feeling that sudden pressure applied to it, my cock stirred from where it had been lying contented and flexed its muscles, ready for round two. I pressed firmly back against her, letting her know her extra duties weren't quite finished.

Consuela laughed. "You greedy, but we will see if you can perform," she teased, pressing hard against me.



Maid Service



"What do you think about bringing in a maid?" asked Sarah.

"A maid?"

"Well things are a lot busier around here with Lisa living with us, and our modeling, and you work such long hours. And we've got the extra money now."

"Well, it would be convenient. You thinking of using a service?"

"Actually, the other reason I got the idea was because my cousin could use the job. You remember Becky? She graduated last year and wants to move out on her own. I thought we could help her and make things easier on us at the same time."

Dan nodded. She seemed like a nice girl when they met a few years ago. "Sure, let's try her out."

A few days later, Becky arrived for her first day on the job. Dan was startled when he saw her; she certainly wasn't the kid he remembered. She had bloomed into adulthood and become a radiant young woman. She had also filled out considerably; the fabric of her t-shirt was stretched to the point of near-transparency over her breasts, and her large nipples pressed prominently against the thin material.

He swallowed at the sight and made an effort to keep his eyes high on her face. That was distracting, too, though. Her eyes were bright green and beautiful beneath the fiery red curls of her hair, and she had full, pouty lips, perpetually moist from the gloss she wore.

"Hi Dan," she chirped cheerfully.

"Ah, hi Becky. You sure have grown up," he said. She seemed pleased by the compliment, glancing down to hide a blush and smile.

"You think so?" she asked. "Thanks! I was a little nervous starting my first job but you're making me feel right at home." 

She laid a hand lightly on his arm as she swished past him. He turned to watch, eyes coming to rest on the knit skirt swaying loosely over her perfect little behind. Her curvy legs were obscured, not covered, by the lacy garment. He thought he could see a bit of skin peeking through its small holes all the way up to the smooth round cheeks of her ass.

"I'll go say hi to Sarah before she goes," she said, glancing over her shoulder at him. He thought she was smirking a bit as she stepped into the kitchen.

Dan almost forgot, Sarah had decided to schedule Becky for Saturdays because that was when she and Lisa had a regular photo shoot to go to. They'd be out of the way while she worked, and she'd be done cleaning by the time they got home.

"You're getting way too big to go without a bra, girl," he heard his wife say with mild exasperation.

"Yeah, but I just can't stand them."

"Nobody likes-okay, never mind. Bye-bye," said Sarah, shaking her head. "Thanks again for helping us out like this!"

"No, thank you," said Becky. "I could really use the money, and all I have to do is hang out at my favorite cousin's house and straighten things up? This is a great job for me!"

"That's what family's for," said Sarah, giving Becky a kiss on the cheek.

Lisa came around the corner and paused by Dan, giving him a soft kiss on the lips, with just a taste of tongue, before passing by and opening the door for Sarah. Becky's eyes widened for just a second at that, but then she closed the door after them and turned to Dan with a smile.

"Don't you worry about a thing, Dan," she said. "You can just pretend I'm not even here."

"Well that's good to know, but I don't want to ignore you, Becky; you're not some stranger working for us after all!"

"Oh no, my job is to make things easier for you, not impose on you on your day off. I want you to do whatever you would usually be doing."

"We can still talk while you work."

"Ok, you can pay as much or as little attention as you like, then," she said. "I'm going to get started over here."

She turned away, and his eyes were drawn to the frilly hem of her skirt, riding up her legs as she bent down to dig into her cleaning bag. It worked it's way up until he caught a glimpse of the soft cleft of her ass. He was actually staring now. He felt his penis shift in his pants, loosening up at the sight of her peachy cheeks bobbing about. She leaned forward, causing them to part slightly, and a thin string of purple material came into view, lying across her tight little asshole like the ribbon on a birthday present.

"Gotcha," she said, pulling out a spray bottle. She turned her head and saw him looking, and froze for a second. "You like what you see, Dan?" She gave her ass a little wiggle, watching him over her shoulder. "Do you think I have a nice butt?" She tried to see it, tilting her hips upward, bringing smooth pink pussy lips into view for a second, peeking out around the edges of her lavender thong on both sides.

"Uh, sorry about that, Becky," Dan stammered.

"Don't be sorry," she said, pulling a sponge from her bag. "A little look never hurt anyone. And I did say pay as much attention as you like."

She sprayed the kitchen floor a few times and started scrubbing. She put both hands on the sponge and spread her knees a bit to brace herself as she worked, giving him the best view yet of her barely covered pussy. She was moving vigorously, sliding forward and then back on the floor, and he could see her lips pull apart slightly beneath her panties, then come back together, with each mesmerizing lunge. A crease formed as the fabric began to slip down between her labia, revealing more of the smooth skin on either side. His mouth was watering, he realized, and his erection ached and throbbed against his pants. His hand found its way into a pocket and he let it brush subtly against his cock as he watched her vulva contract and relax, contract and relax, in a rhythm almost like it was breathing. He wanted to push that thong out of the way and lick her from clit to asshole. He wanted to bend her in half and eat her like a bowl of ice cream. He was losing control, actually stroking himself through his pocket now.

"So I was thinking," she said, glancing up at him, "I should call you 'sir' while I'm on the job, don't you think?"

He managed to stop moving his hand in his pocket, but continued to squeeze his cock gently while he talked to her. "That's really not necessary, Becky," he said, slowly tightening his grip, then relaxing, mirroring the motion of her sweet little pussy as she scrubbed.

"I want to be as professional as I can for you, sir," she said, trying it out. "I am just your maid, after all, and you're the man of the house. I should show you some respect, shouldn't I?"

"I'd like that, yes." He felt a trickle of pre-cum dribble into his boxers, and let out a heavy breath. She looked up at him again, and he couldn't help but stare at the swinging of her breasts beneath her shirt. She'd gotten a bit wet from the cleaning spray, and the thin cotton clung to her like damp tissue paper.

"Sir?" she asked, eyes going wide as saucers. "Are you..."

He realized she was staring at the bulge where his poorly disguised attempt at masturbation was taking place, but he just couldn't stop. "Yes," he said, feeling his cock swell in his hand even more. "I'm sorry, Becky, I just can't help it."

"No, no," she said quickly, still staring. "It's quite alright, sir. But why don't you get a little more comfortable?"

"What?"

"I told you, I want you to feel free to do anything you want while I'm here. Surely standing there with that big, hard cock stuffed down those jeans while you try to stroke it is not what you really want to be doing." She stood up and walked closer as she talked. "You're a man with needs, in your own home. You deserve this." She touched his chest, plucking at his shirt. "Why don't you take off these clothes and enjoy it, and then let me clean up for you?"

"You really don't mind?"

"Of course not!" She smiled encouragingly at him. "I want you to. Please, sir."

"Okay," he said, feeling crazy. He took off his shirt and tossed it on the floor.

Becky nodded and said "Very good sir, I'll do your laundry later."

Dan took a deep breath, unzipped, and eased his pants down over the erection straining to break out. He stepped out of them and let his cock bob up and down as she watched. He saw her lick her lips at the sight of it, and felt himself getting harder, cock pointing straight out, head swollen and purple. He reached down and took it in one hand, then both, slowly sliding up and down his length, imagining her mouth on his balls, his cock sliding between her tits. He pictured the lips of her tight little pussy stretching around him, her mouth wide open as she cried out in ecstasy.

"Your cock looks so thick," she whispered, standing close. She cupped her hand and held it out for him. "Would you like to come in my hand, sir?"

He felt amazing, letting her see his cock so full and hard, skin stretched tightly over it, feeling a big, heavy load of cum simmering in his balls for her. "That sounds great, Becky," he said, tilting his cock downward. The swollen head of his penis touched her fingers, sending a jolt of sensation up into his body, and a big dollop of cloudy pre-cum spilled out. His cock moved as he stroked it, sliding over her fingertips, smearing the slick fluid around.

"Mmmm, I like that," she breathed, mouth brushing his ear. She reached out with her other hand and cradled his balls, softly caressing his scrotum with her thumb, very gently massaging his balls and taint with her cool fingers. One of them found his asshole and rested there, rubbing lightly. He threw one arm around her shoulders as his knees went weak, and let out a long, deep groan as the first heavy rope of cum splashed onto her wrist and arm, followed quickly by another, and another, pearly semen gushing into her hand and threatening to flow over the sides.

"Oooh, there's so much!" she giggled, cupping her other hand together with the first to catch it all. "And it's so warm." She closed her hands around him, slathering his cock with his own cum. It was warm, and thick and wet. It felt wonderful. He could see it seeping out between her fingers, dripping down her hands and even onto her arms.

"Oops," she said, kneeling down. She lifted one hand away, trailing several strands of sticky cum, and brought it to her mouth, tasting her fingers. She kept her eyes on his as she collected his semen from her hand with long, slow licks. She raised her arm and carefully followed a trail of it with her tongue, from near her elbow all the way up to her wrist. She grinned at him, face now shiny with his cum. "This is going to take a few minutes to clean up, sir," she said happily.

"Take your time, Sweetie," said Dan with a smile, enjoying watching her work. "There's no rush. I don't want you to miss any."

"Don't worry, sir. I won't miss a drop."

She tried to keep things somewhat contained by keeping her other hand in place, rising up on her knees to bring her mouth to where his cock was resting in the pool of semen on her palm. She slurped the cum from around him as well as she could, but he could see some spilling down her chin and neck. Her licks were now cleaning off both her hand and his penis. Finally she had enough of it cleaned up to hold his softening member up with her fingers and give it a series of deliberate licks, from the base to the tip, working from the underside to the sides and then the front. Some of the cum had dripped down onto his balls, so she suckled softly on his sack, working her lips around it until there was nothing there but a thin sheen of her saliva.

"May I get the last drops out for you, sir?"

"Yes, that's a good girl."

"I so want to be good for you," she said, opening her mouth invitingly. He moved his hips forward, letting his soft cock slide onto her tongue, and she closed her lips around it and sucked, drawing out the last of his semen and swallowing. She kept it there, holding his entire length in her warm mouth, massaging any remaining liquid from his urethra with her tongue, until he felt himself starting to grow again, the head of his penis pushing toward the back of her throat.

Finally she let him plop out and sat back on her heels, looking down at herself. Cum and spit lay all over her face and dripped down her neck and onto her t-shirt. She dabbed at it and glanced up at Dan with a hesitant expression. "I was a little embarrassed to ask you this at first," she said, "but, well... I was wondering if I could take off my clothes while I work? I don't want to ruin them. See, this shirt is already getting dirty. Would that be alright with you, sir?"

"I think that's a fine idea, Becky. Let's give it a try and see how it goes. Here, let me help you. Lift up your arms."

She did, and he raised the hem of her shirt up, enjoying the sight of her tits dropping out with a bounce and a sway, and then pulled it the rest of the way over her head. Her nipples were light pink and the size of silver dollars, with delicate little nubs in the center. He gathered some of the cum from her neck and smeared it over one breast, feeling her nipple grow harder beneath his palm as he rubbed the semen into her skin. He rolled the firm nub between his thumb and finger, giving it a gentle squeeze, and then a strong pinch, drawing a sharp gasp from her.

"Oh, sir!" she exclaimed.

"I think this will work out very well," said Dan, starting to fondle her other breast now. "From now on I want you to be naked for the duration of your work here each week."

"I'd like that, sir. Thank you."

"It's my pleasure, Becky." He reached down as he spoke and slapped his cock wetly on her breast a few times, then shifted to tap her other nipple as well, gaining length, starting to get hard again. He pushed it down between her supple tits and slid up and down for a few moments. "Like you said, we don't want any of your things getting ruined."

"No sir," she said, leaning in, pressing her breasts together for him. He put a hand on her cheek, enjoying the sight of her stunningly beautiful face looking up at him, slick with his semen. He ran his fingers into her hair and stroked her softly.

"Let's get you out of these panties now," he said, and she smiled with excitement. "Put your head down here on the carpet," he said, guiding her into place with a hand on her back. "That's right. Now raise your ass for me, up here. Very good. Arch your back down, tilt your pussy up toward the ceiling, as high as you can. Perfect."

"Ooooh, I feel so naughty like this, sir!"

"That's good, Becky," he said, laying his hand on her ass, feeling the softness of her cheek, giving her a squeeze. "That's very good." He yanked her skirt out of the way quickly, and then took hold of her thin thong and pulled it down slowly. Strands of sticky wetness stretched and snapped as he peeled it off her pussy. She gave a little gasp at the sensation, and then another as he laid his fingers on her slit, pressing firmly, sliding into her folds and feeling her wetness spread.

"Oh my goodness, sir," she panted. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Anything I want, isn't that what you said?"

"Ahhh, yes, sir," she managed to say between moans as he slid his fingers down into her pussy, curling them inside her, feeling the spongey tissue of her G-spot with his fingertips.

"Are you going to come for me, Becky?"

"Y-y-yes, sir, p-p-please, sir..."

He was pistoning his fingers in and out of her pussy as she spoke, making her quiver and gasp. "Please, what?"

"Please let me come for you, sir," she cried, bucking her hips now, trying to thrust herself onto him harder and faster. He let his fingers come all the way out and quickly leaned down to engulf her vulva with his mouth, closing his lips over her and pressing his tongue firmly into her slit, licking the nub of her clit, tasting the sweet nectar welling up from deep within her body. She was frozen, almost vibrating with tension now, breath coming in shallow, ragged bursts. He slurped his way over her pussy and up to her asshole, feeling its puckered texture with his tongue, then back down to bathe her clit in saliva, and then, just as she began to go over the edge, pulled back and delivered a sharp, loud slap directly to her pussy, making her cry out at the sudden explosion of sensations-stinging pain, roaring pleasure-rolling through her body. She collapsed onto the floor, dripping with sweat, gasping for breath.

But he didn't give her any time to recover. He pressed the throbbing head of his cock into her slit and slowly moved it up and down, slipping in her wetness over her too-sensitive clit, making her twitch and spasm and squeak, then up past her opening, dipping in slightly before continuing to slide up over her asshole and between her ass cheeks. She couldn't help raising her hips, pressing herself against him, as he moved his cock back down toward her clit.

"Please fuck me, sir," she begged, grinding her pussy against him, trying to get her wet lips around him.

He pushed the head of his cock down into her opening, watching her skin stretch over him, feeling her internal muscles clench and flutter at the intrusion. He pulled out with a spattering of wetness and pushed back in, farther, letting out a long groan and hearing her do the same. A few more times back and forth and he worked his entire length into her tight little pussy, fucking her slow and deep, enjoying the feel of her supple young flesh. She was moaning with each thrust, catching a bit of breath each time he pulled back. He grabbed her ass cheeks and leaned into her, spreading them apart, stretching her even more, and started fucking her faster and harder.

"Oh fuuuck," she cried, starting to buck against him again, working up to another orgasm. He moved his thumb over to rub her asshole, pressing down firmly, making her spasm and convulse. The little knot of muscle quivered under the pressure and finally relaxed enough for his thumb to slip inside. He turned her on her side without breaking either penetration, now straddling one of her legs with the other pushed up over his shoulder, and moved his other thumb to circle her clit while he drove his cock in and out of her like a jackhammer. Her moans had become a nearly unbroken low scream, punctuated by little peaks in pitch each time his cock rammed her cervix. She wasn't about to orgasm, she was orgasming, one long continuous climax that had been going for minutes and showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. Her body jerked about, abdominal muscles rippling like sheets hung out in a windstorm.

He pulled out just as his own orgasm erupted, grabbing his cock, a single rope of milky semen flying over her, landing across her body. It went from her navel all the way up to her forehead, one long streak of white lying between her tits, across her lips, some falling into her open mouth, a bit even pooling over one closed eye. He quickly pushed back in, going much slower now, letting the next several spurts fill her pussy while her quivering insides massaged his cock, letting her climax subside gradually as he slid in and out of her.

He let himself collapse beside her, keeping his cock inside her pussy as his erection subsided. She put her arms around him and nuzzled her face against his neck, and he kissed her softly on the lips, tasting himself on her tongue. He gently wiped the cum from her eye with a thumb and rubbed it in little circles on her nipple as they lay there, catching their breath.

"Thank you, sir," she said finally. "That was amazing!"

"No, thank you, Becky," he said as they sat up. "I don't think I could have asked for a better maid!"

She was getting to her feet, glorious in her nakedness, her body shiny with sweat. Dan just watched her, enjoying the sight of her lithe young form, her perfect little pussy cleft, her beautiful breasts, and the river of semen dripping down her body and face.

"Well, I guess you'd better get some more work done before the girls get home," he said.

"Do you want me to do it like this, sir?" she asked, looking down at herself.




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"Yes, I'd like that. You can use our shower, but you'd better wait. I think I might need to cum one more time before you go."

She smiled widely with anticipation. "Yes, sir!"