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The Best Cleaning Lady, Ever

By: awayne31



I got caught staring, again. I've lost count of how many times it's been now, but I just can't take my eyes off her large, full and delicious looking breasts. The new cleaning person at my office is in her early 30's, Polish, and moderately attractive -- a little taller than average and not overly slender but with definite curves in all the right places, long dark hair usually pulled back while she works that shows off her soft pale skin and a slightly crooked but very sexy smile.

Moderately to quite attractive, but it's her breasts that are absolutely breathtaking - more ample than I would expect for a woman of her build but not obscenely huge - just large, full and astounding. She always cleans in an unbelievably tight t-shirt too. Not low cut, not overly small, just a well fitting, plain t-shirt that somehow manages to contain and accentuate her fullness.

Ever since she started cleaning our offices, I've been finding reasons to stay late just to catch a glimpse of her. She walks around cleaning - emptying waste bins, vacuuming, just going about her evening. But all I see is her tight t-shirt barely restraining perfection. Every sway, every stoop, every movement fills my mind with lust and desire. I always think I'm being so subtle, but she's caught me staring over and over. We usually share an awkward grin and occasionally say hello.

This time as I was watching her pick up a recycling bin in my office, I got lost in another fantasy involving a beach and a bikini when I didn't notice that she was just standing there next to her cart watching me watch her. I was startled when I heard her say "You like the breasts." Her accent made it hard to tell if it was a question or a statement. I just smiled and before I could apologize she added "You can touch, if you pay."

I was floored. As if I couldn't think straight before, now I was an absolute mess. I had many fantasies about her in every conceivable situation or position and all involving those incredible breasts, but this was so unexpected. As if to emphasize her offer, she gently ran hands up her waist and around the sides before squeezing them together, tightening the fabric of her already strained t-shirt.

My mind was beginning to clear and I was about to answer in a strong affirmative, when she added "You pay more and I touch you too." Since I had already made up my mind that I would pay whatever for the opportunity to fondle and caress her, this newest proposition was easy. I agreed and she told me to be here again tomorrow night.

The next day was the longest day I'd ever worked. I couldn't concentrate, my mind was racing with the possibilities and crazed fantasies I was creating, not to mention the stray wave of fear that the whole thing could have been an joke or worse. The anticipation was exhausting. When five-thirty finally rolled around and I heard the cleaning crew come in, I felt like I'd been walking around with a hard-on all day, and I probably had.

It was a few more agonizing minutes before she came into my office. I didn't know what I was expecting, but she was dressed no differently than any other day - just one of those plain t-shirt that she always wears. She was clearly still going about her job of cleaning when I saw her smile at me as she went to lock my office door. She pulled out a little black bag from her cart and told me not to move.

I sat in my chair behind my desk, not moving as she'd asked. She walked slowly around my desk and turned my chair so I was facing her. I held my breath as she knelt in front of me, setting down her bag and rubbing my thighs. Her stare was intense and had a strong measure of raw sexuality behind them. She licked her lips and lifted her shirt up over her head and I finally got a full look at her magnificent breasts.

Two large, perfect globes restrained by a tantalizing pink lace bra. The pink lace supported them magnificently creating a dizzying and full line of cleavage perfectly down the middle. They surely appeared larger now that she was partially undressed and she was certainly every bit as incredible as I imagined. She ran her fingers across the edge of the strong lacy fabric that lusciously outlined her smooth skin.

I was already very hard and was still not exactly sure what was going to happen. I squirmed some in my chair as she reached forward to undo my belt and unbutton my pants. I lifted myself off the chair a bit as she pulled them and boxers down to my ankles. My rock hard cock sprang free. It was dangerously close to her soft lips and mouth. I shuddered. She smiled as she gently ran her fingers over and around my shaft. I shuddered again as she touched me and was hers to control. 

Still not breaking her stare, her one hand now more firmly gripping the base of my cock, she used her other hand to twist front clasp off her bra. I audibly gasped as the weight and size of her breasts were finally displayed fully in front of me. As soft and delicate as the rest of her skin was, her breasts seemed even more so with just a hint of a tanline defining two distinctive parts of her skin.

My eyes wandered down her supple and tender flesh, all the way to her bright pink nipples that seemed quite small in comparison to the overall size of her breasts. Such delicate white skin highlighted by tight pink circles. She massaged each one gently, letting her nipples roll under the palm of her hand. Releasing my cock only to remove her bra, letting it drop to the floor. It took a tremendous amount of restraint to not leap out of my chair and suck either one deep into my mouth.

From her bag she pulled out a towel and large bottle of wet and slippery gel. She squeezed a generous amount over the tip of my penis, the cool sensation making me twitch reflexively. It had a pleasant herbal smell and I could feel the slight chill spread as she let the gel run down the length of my shaft. The coolness quickly disappeared once she wrapped her hand around me, stroking slowly, twisting slightly, and completely coating my cock with the slippery liquid. Blissfully, she then did the same to her breasts. Pouring a liberal amount between them and rubbing it all over with her soft, sticky hands. 

With both of us entirely slick and slippery, she leaned forward pressing my cock to her chest. Holding me there, using her hands to squeeze tighter, fully enveloping me between her soft breasts. I agonized, watching my cock completely disappear between her deep cleavage. I took a deep breath, allowing the sensation of being fully engulfed by her warm body heighten my rising sense of anticipation and pleasure. The feelings quickly intensified once she started to slowly and deeply slide up and down on my cock.

She expertly held me tightly in place as she moved up and down on my solid cock, lifting her breasts and body slightly with each upward stroke before firmly coming back down. The softer underside of my shaft pressing against her silky smooth skin with just enough friction causing waves of pleasure to course throughout my entire body. While the softer flesh of her breasts tightly enveloped the rest of me like a soft glove. I watched her. Moving up and down, guiding my cock, driving it between her breasts like a well oiled instrument. Each wonderfully soft but explicit stroke, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

I started meeting her movements, thrusting slightly on my own, fully enjoying her kneeling before me. The sensation was so different -- so tender, but at the same time so vulgar - and the situation that brought me there was so unexpected that I quickly felt a familiar tightness building deep inside me. I tried to focus elsewhere to slow down and extend the pleasure she was giving me, but she must have sensed the same thing as she squeezed my cock a little tighter and drove me a little faster.

I knew my orgasm was inevitable. I resisted the best I could, wanting to never stop fucking her like that. I could feel sweat dripping down the back of my knees and my legs beginning to shake as she pumped, faster now both of us sensing my mounting climax. Our pace intensified, I held my breath and gritted my teeth trying to get just one more squeeze from her before letting the feeling of her breasts fucking my cock overcome me.

I finally exploded deep in her wondrous oily cleavage. I saw the first shot erupt from between her breasts, hitting her neck and sliding back down on my cock, then another. Then spasm after spasm of cum gushing over the top of her mounds. She never released her grip on my cock, letting it surge and coat her chest. She drew an amazing amount of cum out of me - each shot covering her skin and mixing with the already sticky lubrication. Cum was spilling over the top of her breasts, running down her hands and onto the floor before I was finally able to breathe again.

I savored the last few precious contractions and could feel myself becoming softer before she finally released my depleted cock. She used a towel to carefully clean the cum and lubrication of herself first, then me. I shuddered as she cleaned my oversensitive cock and balls. I stayed in my chair relishing in the sight and sensation of the experience. She dressed and kissed me on the cheek. As she left, she giggled and said -- "Next time, maybe we do more."