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The Cleaner

By: reminnes



I'd been living with my rich aunt & uncle for around a year now, as their house was in the same city as the university I was attending.

Being well-off they employed a part-time housekeeper called Florence. Now Flo is one of those people you pass in the street without really noticing: she looks in her mid to late 50s, about 5'5", quite chubby with huge tits and a big round belly and arse, supported by wide "child-bearing" hips and thighs. She is still reasonably attractive in a lived-in, wrinkly-faced kind of way with "pepper and salt" grey/silver/black hair. 

As she also has mischievous blue eyes, a wicked smile and an infectious laugh people warm to her very quickly. For my part the fact that she treated me as an adult from day one guaranteed that I would get on with her. As she did not tone down her very dirty sense of humour the banter and innuendo soon begun to bounce between us.

The one drawback to my living with my aunt and uncle was that I couldn't really bring fellow female students home and disappear into my room for anything remotely sexual. As the academic year went on this restriction was causing me so much anguish I was even contemplating ways and means of telling my relatives that I needed to move into an apartment for the following year - and god knows how well that would go down with them and my parents.

As a result of this sexual desert I frequently had to resort to the use of Mrs. Hand and her five little daughters.

Although initially I jerked off to the image of a classmate called Stephanie, this slowly changed to a fantasy regarding Flo. I had recently, accidentally caught a glimpse of her meaty thighs and a pair of large black knickers stretched across her big round arse, when she had been kneeling, cleaning a set of stairs. This was such a surprisingly shocking turn on that I found I had to frequently wank (jerk off) furiously at the thought of my tongue and dick wallowing in the taste, smell and heat of her hairy, soaking pussy. (For some reason I only imagined her to be very hairy - you know, the thick, almost impenetrable bush which starts on the mons and continues right round up into the crack of her arse)

It's amazing how a chance remark can change the course of a relationship isn't it?

As she was at least thirty-something years older than me, happily married (I thought) and with 4 kids all older than me, I was convinced that, despite my increasing and seemingly irrational desire, I could never engineer a situation where my strange fantasy could come true, so I resigned myself to trying to get the odd surreptitious glimpse up her dress or skirt to keep the fantasy fresh. 

At least we had the banter...

So, the next time she was polishing the brass stair risers I hung around hoping I'd catch another glimpse up her skirt, as it inevitably rode up at the back as she polished when she was on her knees. Eventually as she bent forward the tops of her thighs and the dark area in between eased into view...

"Hey, Flo."

"Yeah?"

"Do you realise I can see your knickers - right up to your gusset?"

"You dirty young bugger," she cried, but grinning. "You shouldn't be peeking at a lady's underwear."

"Why not?" I retorted. "You've got a beautiful arse - it's a pity you haven't got stockings on - now that would be serious turn-on. A man could get lost in there - or really have some fun."

With that, she quickly stood up, turned round and bounced down the stairs, tits jiggling, and came at me with a feather duster. Easily dodging this attack I raced out of the room laughing.

The following day the banter was just as good as ever at breakfast, and after a few extra "Peeping Tom" comments from Flo I went upstairs to get ready to go out on a few not very urgent errands.

As I came out of my room some 20 minutes later I saw Flo kneeling on one of the stairs up to the attic, studiously cleaning (or so I thought).

Thinking that she was oblivious to my presence I stood still watching her, the motion of her skirt as each arse cheek tightened and relaxed in turn with her to and fro motion, and the wispy sound of her skirt rubbing against what I thought were black tights was incredibly sensual. Within a few seconds, as she leant forward her skirt rode up another couple of inches to reveal an expanse of white thigh and some delicate looking silky black knickers framed by suspenders holding up her black...Jesus...stockings...NOT TIGHTS.. 

As quick as I could register this beautiful view my cock shot rigidly to attention, and I must have groaned or sighed out loud because she murmured, "Well... You wanted stockings. Are you all talk, or what..."

Racing forward, I grabbed her hips and, just as I was about to fondle her ample backside, she hiked her skirt up to her arse, then yanked her gusset to one side and said, "Quick, just stick it in! I'm soaking wet - you have no idea how much I need this."

After frantically dropping my trousers and underwear, my cock slid forward like a homing pigeon on auto pilot, and was soon embedded to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy. No sooner had my balls banged up against her mons, when she gasped, "Oh myyyyyy ggodddddd - I'm cummmiiinnnnggg." A few back and forth thrusts later and she exploded again...After the fourth (or fifth - who's counting?) orgasm, my cock slipped out as she flopped forward with a sigh, her head resting on one of the higher steps.

After a minute or two her breathing returned to something like normal and she gently purred, "You have no idea how long it has been since I have had a good stiff cock inside me. How long before you can continue? Soon?" she added, hopefully.

"Now", I said, pulling her back into a kneeling position and sliding my cock forward into her at the same time.

"Oh God," she said, after shuddering through another cum, "The recovery powers of youth."

"Youth's got nothing to do with it, " I said while she creamed again, "I haven't come once yet".

After a few more minutes of furious humping as she came again she screamed, "Oh god! No more! That's enough for the minute! My cunt'll fall off if we carry on."

"Have you still not come", she added.

"Not yet," I answered.

"Never mind," she said, smiling at me over her shoulder. "That's the problem with having four kids. My cunt's so loose I've got no real muscle control to grip you with, so although I can feel your beautiful length ploughing up and down my hole, I know it may not feel as tight as you'd like. So, it's time for the alternative."

With that she grasped the root of my prick which was still embedded in her juicy pussy, pulled it out, and after rubbing it around the outside of her arsehole , pushed the head up to the edge of her rubbery brown ring and pushed back hard, fully impaling herself in one stroke.

If I thought that conventional penetration was great, the feeling of being buried up to the hilt in her arse was unbelievable! Tight, hot and absolutely wonderful. 

"Your turn," She said, and started moving backward and forward while flexing and loosening her anal muscles. In no time at all my prick reached and went over the climactic edge, and with a huge cry of "I'm cumminnggggg!!" I spurted jet after jet into her beautiful arse, until it felt like I had completely emptied both tanks.

As my prick subsided it plopped out of her gaping ring, dragging several strands of my pearlescent cum with it. 

"Pity", she muttered. "I really wanted you to come on my tits and in my mouth. Still, we can save that for some other time. In the meantime I'll just have a taste". And with that she plucked up some of the loose strands and sucked her hand and fingers clean.

"You really are a sexy woman Flo, did you know that?"

"Sonny, you have no idea what you have let yourself in for, by turning me on." she cried, enigmatically. "I've got a lot to do today otherwise you'd think this session was only a taster. Never mind, if I plan it right we'll soon be able to spend virtually a whole day together.."

After saying that she got up, rearranged her underwear, clasped me to her immaculate chest, and said, "As much as I'd like to feel you leaking out of me for the rest of the day, I have too much to do so I need to go and sort things out. See you later..."

And with a happy giggle and an exaggerated arse wiggle she disappeared down the stairs...

Please let me know if you want this story to continue.

The Cleaner



The Cleaner, 

Hello, my name's Laura and I want to relate to you an interesting story about what happened after being let down by my hubby. I accepted one of my employer's offers to become a nude cleaner, and this is how it changed my life. 

It was strange how it happened, how over one little incident my whole life could change. 

I can still remember every detail of what happened that evening. I was working for a friend of mine at a part time job as an office cleaner. I was unable to work at a full time job because I have an ailing mother to look after. I did not mind cleaning. The crew I worked with was a fun crowd and we had some laughs together.

The friend I worked for did contract cleaning, and that particular day we had done a special rush job cleaning up some new apartments. The builder who had employed us had been so pleased with our work that he had presented us with several bottles of wine to share among the crew. Kathy, who was my next door neighbour and co-worker, suggested as we drove home that it might be nice to stop off at my place and open a bottle, a suggestion I readily agreed with.

Thankfully, Joe, my hubby, was not in when we arrived home and between us we soon downed the first bottle. We were half way down the second bottle when he returned. Of course, by this time I was feeling a little frisky and Kathy took the hint and left us to it. I could see from the outset that Joe was in a bad mood. He had been to the match with his mates and his team had lost, but I thought I could get him out of it.

It had been a week or so since we last had sex and with all the wine I had consumed, I was feeling really in the mood. It was just my luck that Joe wasn't. I had made the first move by getting into bed naked, something I usually did when I was feeling that way. It was easier than struggling out of a nightdress later.

I knew it was going to be hard work when I snuggled up to him and I felt him ease away. Not to be outdone, I slid my hand down his body and took his limp cock in my hand. I began to squeeze it gently. He made no move to stop me this time and I was soon beginning to feel a little excited as it began to stiffen up. Soon it was hard enough for me to run my fingers up and down the length of it. 

Joe was lying on his back making no move to respond to my advances. I began kissing his ear, thrusting my tongue inside, something he usually liked me to do, but still no real response. I moved myself up over his body, my legs astride him. I could feel his hard cock pressing against my aching pussy. I reached down and tried to work him into me, but as I did so, to my disappointment, I felt him begin to soften. He pushed me off. "I'm sorry, hun," he said, "I'm just too knackered." He turned on his side away from me. I just lay there feeling even more frustrated than when we started. I tried to give myself some satisfaction with my fingers, but it was just not the same as feeling a good hard cock inside me. In the end, I fell into a fitful sleep.

The following day I was up well before Joe. I was not in the mood to speak to him, so I left with him in bed snoring. I had a private cleaning job that morning; one that Kathy had passed on to me a few months previously. We both did a few extra jobs to supplement our earnings. Today it was cleaning the apartment of a guy called Andy. I don't know what he did for a living but it must have been something very well paid. He had a smart riverside apartment and he paid out top wages for his cleaning.

I was surprised when I let myself in to the apartment to find him still at home. He was usually out by this time. I asked him if he wanted me to call back later but he said that there was no point. He was just waiting for a phone call and I might as well get on with the job as I was here. I had only met him a couple of times before, once when he interviewed me for the job and another one morning when I caught him just leaving. Andy was an attractive guy in his mid to late thirties, and although he was a little out of my class, I rather fancied him. We chatted amicably as I went about my work. I had cleaned the bathroom and was just about finished in the bedroom when he popped his head around the door. "Fancy a coffee, Laura? I'm just about to make one for myself." 

I looked across at the clock. "Yes, please," I said, "that would be nice. I usually brew up around this time."

I completed my work in the bedroom and went through to the kitchen. Andy had made the coffee, complete with a nice plate of biscuits. We perched ourselves on a couple of high stools and as we drank the coffee, he asked me how I liked my job cleaning. I shrugged. "It's not that well paid, but I don't mind as it fits in with my life at the moment." I went on to explain to him about the problems with my mother.

I found him an easy guy to talk to and before long I was telling him about my life and even about my problems with Joe. He sympathised. "You are an attractive young woman," he said. "You should be doing better for yourself." 

I agreed. "It's not so easy to find jobs that will fit in. I have to be available if my mother calls me. Not every employer would understand that." 

He nodded and agreed. "In that case, you have to make your job work for you." I looked at him, puzzled, not sure what he meant.

"How much do you get paid?" he asked. 

"About £7.50 per hour on contract work and a bit higher than that on private jobs like yours," I replied. 

He thought for a moment. "What would you say to £30 or even £50 an hour?" he asked. 

I looked at him, slightly bemused. "For cleaning?" He nodded. "What do I have to do the earn that sort of money, or shouldn't I ask that question?" I said with a slight smile. 

Andy grinned. "Just take your clothes off," he said.

I looked at him. "I'm not sure I understand you," I said. 

"It's quite simple. You do the cleaning in the nude." 

I felt myself redden. "You're kidding, aren't you?"

He shook his head. "No, I'm serious. It's become the latest craze. Here, look at this." He reached for a magazine that was laying on the kitchen side. He flicked through it and passed it over too me. I looked at the pictures in front of me. They showed an attractive woman, totally naked, pushing a carpet cleaner while a grinning man sat in an armchair watching her. In other graphic pictures, she was doing other cleaning jobs like using a feather duster or washing pots, and in one most revealing picture, she was bending over polishing the floor. The article that accompanied the pictures went on to explain about the new craze, and how the generally low paid cleaner was moving up into a higher pay bracket if she were willing to display her assets.

It would be wrong to say that I wasn't feeling a little excited by the idea, especially after being turned down by Joe last night. I was dearly in need of something to boost my confidence, but to actually strip naked to do the cleaning was something I had never considered. Andy looked at me. "Well, what do you think? Could you do it?" 

I shrugged. "I'm not sure," I said a little hesitantly. 

"I could find you plenty of work. I have lots of friends who would pay well for such a service." 

I picked up my coffee mug, my hands shaking. 

My mind was in conflict. What about Joe, I thought? Then I discarded that thought because after last night, it was not up to him. Andy had said he could get me more work. My god, at even £30 per hour, I only needed one job a day to more than treble what I was earning at the moment. But could I do it? Yes, of course I could. What harm would there be in stripping off for a guy, especially when he was paying you good money for it?

I looked across at Andy. "You say you could find me more jobs?" I asked. 

He nodded. "Sure, if you are willing." '

I couldn't believe I was saying it when I blurted out, "Okay, I'll give it a go." 

"Fine," he said. "When do you want to start?" 

I shrugged. "Whenever," I said. 

He looked at me and grinned. "There's no time like the present." I stared at him and realised that he meant it. He pulled out his wallet. "How much do you usually earn?" he asked. 

"Its three hours at £10, £30 in total," I said. 

"Well, you've done one hour and that's two left. I make that £70 for today." He pulled the notes from his wallet and placed them on the breakfast bar. I looked at them. He had kept his part of the bargain. Now it was up to me to keep mine.

He saw me hesitate for a moment, not knowing what to do. "You may use the bedroom if you wish," he said. 

I slid off the stool and made my way towards the bedroom. Once inside, I closed the door and began undressing. I was down to my bra and panties before I noticed myself in the mirror. "My god," I thought to myself, "what are you doing stripping like this and displaying yourself naked before an almost total stranger?"

By the time my bra and panties were off, I was trembling. I was at that moment not sure what with. Was it fear or was it the anticipation of Andy seeing me naked? With my discarded clothes laying in a heap on the bed, I fluffed up my hair and hesitantly made my way to the door. I gripped the handle, feeling my heart thumping as I pulled open the door and walked out.

Andy still sat at the breakfast bar. He looked me up and down and nodded his approval. I could not believe how exciting it actually felt to be standing there naked. "You look sensational," he said. "I can not believe what beauty you were hiding under that shapeless overall." I smiled. "Now that I have seen you like this, I know I can get you more work."

Just then the phone rang, and Andy picked it up and answered it. Then he placed his hand over the mouthpiece. "Just get on with your work, Laura. Don't mind me," he said. Then he went back to his phone call.

That first time it was a strange feeling to be doing my housework with no clothes on. I could feel Andy watching me and it began to excite me. 

I was already beginning to feel the tell tale signs of my arousal. My nipples were hard and prominent and a warm sensation was building up between my thighs. Andy was now seated on the sofa. He was still on the phone and had been for the last forty-five minutes. I had finished the lounge and put the washing in the washer. The only job left was the windows. 

Cleaning the windows naked was something I had not considered. The back ones were okay. They looked out over a private garden and most of the tenants who lived in the block were probably out at work, but the front windows were a different problem. They were large and looked out over the river. There was a walkway by the river, and on a nice day like today, it was crowded with people. Any one of them might at any moment look up in my direction. 

I heard Andy replace the receiver. "Is there a problem, Laura?" he asked. 

I looked around. "It's just the front windows. Somebody might see me like this," I said, looking down at my naked body. 

"I'm sure they won't mind," he said with a grin. "Anyway, you're too far away to be recognised." I stepped up to the windows and began cleaning them. I had never felt so exposed. Suddenly, I sensed Andy behind me. "It excites you exposing yourself like this, doesn't it Laura?" he said. I felt myself blushing slightly as I nodded.

Then suddenly his hands were on my hips. I shivered. He pressed me up against the warm glass. I was sure people were watching. It gave me an incredible feeling. Then his hands moved down and cupped my bottom. I groaned. He leaned against me and I could feel his hard body pressing against mine. "You have a wonderful body, Laura," he whispered in my ear. I groaned again. I knew at that moment that this guy was going to fuck me, and there was no way that I was going to resist. After Joe's refusal to administer to my needs last night, I was almost ready for anything, and after spending the last hour or so naked in front of this attractive guy, there was no way that I was not going to allow him the use of my body.

As his hands came around and cupped my breasts, I could feel the hardness of his erection pressing against my bottom. He gently massaged my breasts, rolling my hard nipples between his fingers, and I pressed myself against him. Although I was still pressed up against the window, I no longer cared who was watching. All I wanted was to feel this man inside me, to experience the thrill as he drove into me, as he filled me with his hardness.

I sighed in frustration as one hand left my breast, but I was more than a little excited as I felt him working on his belt. I sensed his trousers drop. Then he must have eased down his shorts as I could now feel the sensation of his naked flesh pressing against mine. The incredible hardness of his cock thrust its way between my thighs, rubbing against the lips of my pussy. I knew he would not have a problem entering me as I could already feel the warm sensation as my juices beginning to flow.

I spread my legs apart and eased myself back towards him, bending slightly to allow him access. Then the head of his wonderful cock was opening me up, working its way into my welcoming body. He gripped my thighs tightly as he thrust into me. I let out a slow gurgling scream, almost having an orgasm on the spot. What with the frustration from last night and the excitement of spending an hour or so naked in front of Andy, I was well aroused.

As that wonderful cock filled my love tunnel, I gripped him tightly, wanting to feel every moment of pleasure. I was leaning with my hands resting against the large glass window, pushing my body against him, eager to meet every thrust. Outside, I could see boats on the river and people strolling along the walkway. Now I no longer cared if people could see me. It only added to the excitement.

I felt his slow purposeful strokes begin to quicken as he approached his climax. His thrusts became more urgent and his breathing became ragged. "Please, Andy, make me cum," I begged him. 

"Soon, darling, soon," he gasped. I dropped one arm and began squeezing my breasts that were swinging with the energy of his thrusting body. I pulled on my already extended nipples. "Now, Andy, please cum in me. Fill me with your spunk." That was the trigger. With a cry and a final lunge, I felt the incredible sensation as we climaxed together, and the wonderful warm feeling as his juices flooded into me.

He rested there for a moment, regaining some composure. I felt his cock begin to soften and then he was slipping out and I felt the juices overflow and begin to run down my thighs. I turned and looked at him. "That was so fucking incredible," I said. I stood up, wrapped my arms around his neck, and pulled him to me. Our lips met in a long passionate tongue-twisting kiss as I ground my naked body up against him. 

At last we eased apart. He smiled at me. "That was wonderful, Laura," he said. "You certainly enjoy your sex." 

I grinned. "Well, after displaying myself to you all morning, I was ready for it." 

"I think we ought to get cleaned up. I seem to have made rather a mess of you." 

I looked down at the juices still seeping from my pussy and running in long sticky trails down my legs, and grinned. "You certainly filled me to overflowing," I said with a laugh.

We made our way through to the bathroom and I slipped into the large shower and watched as Andy stripped off the rest of his clothes before joining me. We slowly soaped down each other's bodies, exploring every secret place. I felt his cock begin to come to life again, nudging against my leg. I looked down and took him in my hand, squeezing him. "I think he's ready for more," I said with a slight smile.

I slid down onto my knees in front of him. That wonderful cock was standing rigid inches from my face. As the warm water continued to splash down over us, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around that monster, drawing him deep into my throat. Above me, I heard him gasp, and he gripped my head, pushing me tight up against his body, his cock buried deep in my throat. With my tongue and lips, I began to work on him. He tasted wonderful. I fondled his balls, caressing them, and then he came, depositing another surge of cum into my throat. I gulped it down greedily, enjoying every last drop.

We stayed in the shower wrapped in each other's arms as the water soothed our passions. At last, reluctantly, we stepped out and dried each other with the large fluffy white towels. Andy left me to finish off while he went back to the bedroom to dress. He had left the bedroom when I walked in, but I could smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee coming from the kitchen. I wrapped a towel around my body and rubbed another through my hair, then made my way to the kitchen. Andy smiled as I approached and held out a mug of steaming coffee. I thanked him and wrapped my hands around the mug.

Andy looked at me. "That was a very satisfying experience," he said. 

I smiled. "It was totally satisfying," I said. "I really needed that." 

He grinned. "Can I expect that as a regular part of the service?" he asked. 

I shrugged. "I am sure we can come to some arrangement," I replied.

We drank our coffee in silence. I could tell he was thinking. "You know what I said earlier about getting you more jobs?" I looked at him questioningly. "Well, I am wondering if you might be interested in taking things a little bit further." 

"How do you mean?" I asked. 

"Well," he said slowly, "you are a great fuck, and you seem to know your way around. I was wondering if you might be interested in offering an extended service?" 

I looked at him a little shocked. "You mean not only do the cleaning naked, but go all the way, let them have my body?" 

He nodded. "You could make a fortune."

The idea was certainly appealing. The thought of making a lot more money from doing something I enjoyed appealed very much to me. 

But how could I square things with Joe? I thought about it for a few moments, and then I thought, what the hell, I would deal with that when it arose. When I said that I was willing to give it a try, Andy grinned. "You need to go for it when you can. I could easily promote you as a naked cleaner, but with what you have to offer......" He stopped and walked over towards me. His hands went to the top of the towel that was covering my body. With a gentle tug, it fell away. He looked at my naked body. "I know guys who will be very willing to pay good money for some of this."

His hands moved up and cupped my breasts, tugging gently on my already extended nipples. I felt the excitement begin to rise. I knew I was going to be fucked again. God, this man had some stamina. "Let's make ourselves more comfortable this time," he said, taking my hand and leading me back to the bedroom. I was shaking with renewed excitement as I climbed up onto the bed and watched as he quickly stripped before joining me. I was amazed to see that he was already erect again. My god, I thought to myself as I looked expectantly at his large cock. It usually took Joe three days to recover from one of our infrequent sessions.

Andy knelt on the bed looking down at my body as I lay there with my knees slightly raised. He eased my legs apart exposing my pussy. I could feel it was already moist. He leaned forward and kissed my knees. Then he worked up the inside of my thighs, his tongue leaving wet trails on my skin. My hands gripped the bedclothes tightly. I knew where he was heading. I cried out as his lips lightly brushed my pussy. His tongue ran up the length of my cleft, opening it slightly. I groaned. Oral sex was something I really enjoyed, but Joe had never seemed keen.

Andy's tongue opened me up and delved deep into my wet passage. I pressed my body up against him, wanting to feel him deep within me. I screamed as he began to stimulate my already engorged clit, rolling it around his tongue, nipping it gently with his teeth. The sensation was incredible. I felt the stimulation building up in my body. I tried to hold back as I wanted it to go on and on, but there was no way I could resist because I wanted so badly to cum. 




The Cleaner



I gripped his head, pressing it up tightly between my thighs as my body erupted in an uncontrollable orgasm. I felt myself go limp, but I could still feel Andy licking up the juices that were flowing from me.

He moved up my body, stopping for a moment to suckle on my breasts, before cuddling me in his arms. "Did you enjoy that, my darling?" he whispered in my ear. I nodded. "You are wonderful. I have never experienced anyone so willing to give satisfaction." I gripped him tightly. "We are going to make a lot of money together," he said. "And we are going to have lots of fun while we are doing it." 

I smiled. "Sounds wonderful."

He looked at his watch. "I'm sorry, Laura, but I do need to go soon. I have several clients to meet this afternoon and I need to think up some promotion for our new business venture." I looked a little disappointed, but he smiled as I moved my hand down and gripped his still semi erect cock. 

"Any chance of feeling this delightful piece of equipment inside me again before we call it a day?" 

He grinned. "You're an insatiable little whore, aren't you, Laura?" 

I smiled. "It's been a long time since I was fucked like I have been fucked this morning, Andy. I might be a whore but I'm you're fucking whore, so please fuck me just one more time." 

He moved between my legs and I felt that delightful feeling as he easily slid inside me. Soon he was thrusting urgently into me. I gave him everything I could, and managed to hold back until I felt his body stiffen, and with a cry, I felt him pump his warm juices deep into me. I orgasmed at almost the same moment, and clung to him, pressing our naked bodies tightly together, wanting the feeling never to end. Sadly, it did. Andy slid away from me. I lay on the bed luxuriating in the wonderful satisfied feeling, something I had not experienced for a long time. I cold hear the shower running and thought for a moment about joining him.

Andy came out of the bathroom still drying himself. I watched him dress. He came over and kissed me tenderly on the cheek. "Just take your time and lock up after you. I will contact you about any further arrangements." I watched him longingly as he left. I slept for a while after he had gone, then arose and showered. 

As I dressed, I wondered just what the future had in store for me. If today was anything to go on, it looked like being great fun. I tided up the bathroom and completed my work. There was an envelope on the hall table with my name on it. Inside was more money. I slipped it into my purse. As I walked down the road, there was a spring in my step. Not only was I sexually satisfied, but I was now not going to have any money problems, either. 

I was pleased to find that Joe wasn't at home when I arrived; a note on the table informed me that he was outplaying pool. Well after today I did not need his services and if what Andy had told me was correct and he could get me the work and everything that went with it I might never need Joe's services again.

I lay in bed that night with Joe sleeping beside me wondering how long it would be before Joe would notice that I was not asking him for sexual services.

Andy rang the following afternoon to tell me that he had fixed up for me to have some pictures taken, I told him that I would have to arrange things with Kathy to get some time off the next day. I decided not to tell her why I really needed the time off; I just said that I had an appointment that I could not rearrange. She was OK about it and said she would cover for me.

I was feeling rather excited and a little nervous as I rode in the cab over to Andy's place. All I knew was he wanted me to have some pictures taken so that he could get me work. What I did not know was who would be at Andy's place and just who would be taking the pictures. What I did realize was that I was going to have to be naked again in front of Andy, which was certainly something that I was looking forward too.

Andy greeted me with a smile when I rang his door bell, he looked me up and down, it was the first time he had seen me dressed up and not in my working clothes, "You look nice," he said. I smiled. He showed me into the lounge and introduced me to a guy who was there, as I thought he turned out to be a photographer. His name was Glynn. I saw the way he was looking at me and I realized that he was visualizing seeing me naked. I shivered a little.

Andy told me that he had already discussed things with Glynn and he knew just what he wanted so if I was ready, we could get on with the job. Glynn smiled, "Andy as told me lots about you Laura, and after meeting you I think he has come up with a good idea, so if you would like to go and get undressed we will get the job done." I looked at him "Do you want everything off," I asked. He nodded "Please, I have sorted out a few items we might use in the shoot, but for now, take everything off apart from your shoes."

Andy smiled at me as I made my way to the bedroom, after last time it wasn't a problem stripping off in front of Andy, but with Glynn it seemed an all different ball game, but if I was going to go ahead with the job I was going to have to get used to appearing naked in front of strangers.

I began to feel quite warm as a quickly stripped off my clothes placing them neatly on the bed, when I was naked apart from my shoes I looked at the bed, the bed Andy and I had made wonderful love on a couple of days ago, I wondered was I going to be in luck again today.

Again it felt a little strange to push open the door and walk into the lounge totally naked, as I walked in Glynn looked at my body and nodded his approval to Andy. I have to admit he was very professional and I was soon feeling quite at ease with him. Although I have to admit that I was getting a little aroused being naked in front of the two good looking guys.

Glynn took at least a couple of rolls of film, shots of me doing the housework and cleaning. Others of me dressed in just a brief apron serving drinks and I have to admit that I was really getting into the swing of things when he called it a day. "I think I have everything I need," he told Andy, "I will get the pictures done and let you have them in the next two days." With this he thanked me packed up his bags and left.

After he had left Andy asked me if I had time for a drink before I left, I told him that I had asked Kathy to cover for me so I was in no hurry to leave. He smiled and walked over to me. He ran his hand up over my breast his fingers brushing across my hard nipple, "I think you enjoyed that little session with Glynn," he said with a grin. I nodded. "You are going to do very well in your new job," I smiled. He looked at me "I think there is something you need more that a drink at this stage," he said Again I nodded.

I groaned as I felt his hand stroke across my pubic mound and than his finger traced a line down the damp cleft of my pussy lips. He pushed me back onto a large sofa and I lay there and watched with eager anticipation as he quickly stripped off his clothes.

I gently teased my nipples pulling them between my fingers; one leg was resting on the sofa the other spread wide and resting on the floor. I knew my waiting pussy was displayed, I cold feel that my lips were slightly open waiting to welcome him in to the warm wet pleasures that awaited him.

Andy was now naked he got on the sofa and kneeled down between my open legs, he leaned over and took my nipples in his mouth sucking on them eagerly drawing them into his mouth, then I felt the hardness of his exciting cock rubbing against the wetness of my pussy. "Please Andy, fuck me now." I pleaded. He obliged and I cried out as he drove hard into my eager waiting body.

The sex was just as good as it had been the last time we fucked; he read my needs expertly bringing me to the brink several times before finally driving into me and pinning me up against the cool leather cushions of the sofa. I lay there gasping for breath. After we regained our breath he snuggled down beside me, he kissed and caressed my breasts and rubbed his fingers in the juices that were seeping from my pussy. 

For the moment I was happy and contented but I was eager for more, I took his now limp cock in my hand and slowly began caressing it, then I moved myself around so that I was able to go down on him with my lips wrapped around it, much to my enjoyment and pleasure his cock soon began the become hard again, he grabbed my head and pushed his cock deep into my throat, I sucked hard on it working my tongue around its length, by the reaction of his body I knew he was near to coming I redoubled my efforts caressing his balls in my hands suddenly he could hold back no longer and erupted filling my mouth and throat with his hot creamy semen. I almost choked but managed to swallow most of what he had emptied into me. 

Andy certainly had some stamina as far as lovemaking was concerned and he even managed to fuck me once again before we called it a day. After we had showered and dressed, Andy said that he would call me as soon as something came up. 

Luckily for me my husband Joe seemed not to notice the lack of sexual favors, and didn't care at the moment I was getting all that I could handle, and if things went the way Andy had imagined I could be getting a lot more. I smiled to myself things were turning out pretty good.



The Cleaner Ch. 2



Chapter 2: Go With The Flo

Copyright Rem Innes © MMI

(If you read the first part, which told of my first sexual encounter with my aunt's housekeeper Flo, who is about 5'5" tall, chubby with huge tits and a big round belly and arse, with large "child-bearing" hips and thighs. She is still reasonably attractive in a lived-in, wrinkly-faced kind of way, with "pepper and salt" greyish to silvery black hair. Although I have now learnt different, at the time I thought she was in her mid to late fifties.)

After my mind blowing encounter with Flo (where I was egged on to fuck her while she was on her knees cleaning a staircase), I walked around for the rest of that day feeling a mixture of numbness and euphoria, you know the "- it couldn't happen to me --- but it did" feeling, and in a state of almost perpetual and painful erection.

The daily routine in the house usually included my aunt and Flo spending a few minutes together discussing plans and schedules, etc., over a cup of tea after she came home from work, usually around 3.30pm., after which Flo went home at around 4 pm. 

Just after four there was a knock on my bedroom door. Opening it I was surprised to see Flo furtively standing there. Glancing down at the obvious stiffness clearly outlined in my trousers, she giggled, then whispered, "It's a pity we can't carry on where we left off earlier, but don't you dare play with that yourself. As your aunt's going out aground 7.30 a.m. I'll be in earlier than normal tomorrow at about 8 o'clock to sort this not so little problem out for you." After gently giving my prick a quick squeeze through my trousers, she turned and went down the stairs to go home.

As the evening progressed, the tension of my seemingly permanent erection grew. I became increasingly desperate to relieve the pressure as my mind constantly flashed back to snippets of the smells, feelings, sounds and tastes of our liaison. 

Eventually, at around 2 a.m., I could bear it no more, and with a silent "Sorry Flo," I frantically sought release, and after only a dozen or so strokes my prick spewed forth copious quantities of hot spunk. With the pressure removed I immediately drifted off into a heavy, dreamless sleep...

"...up, sleepyhead!. Come on, wake up!" Slowly levering open my sleep-filled eyes I was greeted with the sight of Flo standing by my bed, with a glass of orange juice in her hand.

"Wh...what time is it? I croaked, adding a mumbled "Thanks," as I took the glass from her outstretched hand. 

"It's about 8 o'clock, as promised," she replied. 

"Ohhh! That's early," I groaned, as the sharp tasting OJ started to shock my system awake.

"I told you I'd be in early to sort out your not so little problem, but I see you've already dealt with it yourself," she said, somewhat disappointedly, but with a matronly air to her. 

I must have kicked off the duvet during the night, because I was lying there completely exposed. As the significance of her comment sunk in to my still not fully functioning brain I realized that traces of dried spunk were still spattered over my belly and thighs.

Turning red with embarrassment I tried to apologize, "I'm sorry Flo. I got so excited having flashbacks to our incredible love making session that I just had to relieve the pressure. It was unbearable."

"I told you I wanted to deal with that magnificent weapon, but now..."

"I really am sorry," I cut in. "I'll do anything to make it up to you. Please don't be upset. Look! It's growing again - just for you!"

"No!," she said, firmly. "You don't get round me that easily. Go and have a shower while I think of suitable retribution. AND DON'T YOU DARE PLAY WITH IT WHILE YOU ARE IN THE SHOWER!"

"Yes... I mean... No, Flo. I won't even wash it quickly."

"Good," she said, adding, "You did say ‘Anything' didn't you?" 

"Yeessss..." I replied, wondering what I was letting myself in for.

"Gooood. Now be a good boy, and go and have that shower."

I spent the next few minutes doing the usual things we all do in the morning, but on auto pilot - my mind was increasingly intrigued by what she was planning, as was my prick, which had stayed erect and was twitching in anticipation.

Eventually shampooed, showered, etc., I tied a towel round my waist to show a semblance of decency, then opened the door to my room...

...and there she was - propped up against some pillows, her white blouse open, her left hand tweaking the protruding nipple of her enormous left tit which, unleashed from her boulder-holder of a bra, seemed to droop right down into her lap.

Her black skirt was hiked up around her waist, exposing black stockings and a matching black lacy one-piece corset, which was covering and holding in her middle-aged spread. Her right hand was burrowing languidly between her fat thighs into her pussy crack - each to and fro motion causing a squelchy, wet noise. 

Dropping my towel I rushed towards her - only for her to remove her left hand from her nipple and hold it palm out - stopping me in my tracks.

"Not so fast, sonny," she commanded. "Having seen that load spattered all over your stomach and groin I have some catching up to do. So... before you get to play, you said you'd do anything to make it up to me, didn't you?"

"Yyeessss..."

"Good. No backing down now. It's time for breakfast - only you won't need a knife and fork. Have you ever licked a woman down there? 

"Where?"

"You know, here," indicating where her right hand was buried between her legs.

"No."

"Never? Never even tasted a woman's juices?"

"No, never."

"Come here then," she said, pulling her right hand up from her hairy pussy. "Suck these!" She demanded, holding out the two middle fingers she had just retrieved from her crack.

Looking at her wrinkly hand, I could see the proffered fingers were coated in a thick, clear gooey liquid. Sticking out my tongue I tentatively licked her fingertips and sniffed at the same time. The taste was quite powerful, but OK, a combination of muskiness, sweat and just a faint suspicion of what was probably piss - the overall effect being an instant turn on, which seemed to make my prick grow harder - which, believe me, I would have thought was impossible.

Sensing I was enjoying it, Flo positioned herself at the edge of the bed with her legs spread wide. Once she was comfortable she pulled her fingers away from my mouth and said, "Now lick my pussy.."

Eager to please, I quickly got to my knees, dived in and started inexpertly licking everywhere and anywhere. 

After a minute or two she pulled my head away, saying: "Stop, stop. I think you need a lesson or two in how to orally pleasure a woman."

Pulling back the folds of her deep red puffy wet pussy lips she showed me the places to lick, how to pleasure her large protruding clitoris and other areas which, she said, were highly erogenous if stimulated in the right way. 

Being a quick learner, I was soon licking the right bits to her satisfaction, and not long afterwards she cried out, "Oh God! Yesssss!" and shuddered and quivered as a climax rippled through her.

"Not bad for a start," she said a while later, as her breathing slowed to a more regular rhythm. "But now we move on to the next course. Lie on your back."

"If you liked that you should love this." she continued, climbing on top of me, putting one knee either side of my head and presenting her large, arse and hairy red crack to me for closer inspection.

"In case you don't know, this is what they call a 69 - you lick me while I suck you," she said, before dropping her head forward and gently licking around the edge of my throbbing helmet.

Before I could manoeuvre my tongue into a position where I could return the compliment the combination of her tongue and hands and my overall level of excitement quickly brought me to boiling point. No sooner had I cried out "Flo, I'm going to come," when I unleashed jet after jet of my youthful sperm into the air and all over her. Although she managed to catch the odd spurt in her mouth, most of my boiling cum drenched her massive tits, with a couple of the more powerful squirts landing on her cheek and hair. As soon as she could she rapidly exposed the one tit that had still been covered, and grasping my prick milked the last drops of cum by wrapping it between her mammoth mammaries, and then rocking too and fro. 

Just as I was about to apologize for the mess and my hastiness, she purred, "Next time we try a 69 I want all of that in my mouth," and promptly scooped up some of the blobs that had landed on her face, then licked them from her fingers. The rest she rubbed into her skin, murmuring that "it was much better than the costliest skin moisturizer for an old lady's skin." When she had finished she resumed coaxing any last drops from my prick until it became much too sensitive, and I had to beg her to stop.

After allowing me a few minutes to enjoy the sensations she said, "Remember, I want all of that in my mouth next time, but before we do anything else I want you to satisfy me with your mouth." 

She then plonked her big fat arse down on to my face, smothering both my mouth and nose. Lifting her up slightly so I could breathe, I soon worked my tongue in between the folds of her engorged and sopping wet cunt, and started licking up and down the whole length of her crack . Within moments she came with a vengeance, jamming her arse down firmly on to my face as she shuddered through a long climax, thus forcing my nose up tight to her puckered brown ring. 

The combination of the earthy but clean smell of her anal area together with the musky mixture emanating from her pussy soon had my prick standing rigidly to attention again.

"Umm, I see our friend's ready to play again." She purred.

As she leaned forward to swallow my prick she lifted her arse up a few inches from my nose. After sticking a couple of fingers up her pussy to lubricate them I slowly pushed one into her tight puckered arse. As her ring widened I slowly added a second and then third finger to this anal invasion. Even with her mouth full of my prick I could hear her sigh with pleasure as my fingers widened her rubbery ring, probing deeply into her arse. 

After a minute or so she sat up slightly saying, "Let me. You do the front, and please tweak one of my nipples with your other hand."

Removing my fingers from her arse, I slid out from underneath her and, keeping her bent over on her knees, I inserted two, then three fingers into her pussy, whilst she found a comfortable position and stuck a couple of fingers up her own arse to replace mine. This combined attack soon had her screaming incoherently from one orgasm into another. Having inserted all my fingers into her sopping hole, she still cried out for more. By this time she had all four of her fingers reaming her own anal cavity. Eventually the only way I could fill her cunt was by sticking my whole hand in up to my wrist - no wonder my prick hadn't really been gripped the day before when we had screwed for the first time.

In the position we were in I couldn't really satisfy any of my own urges. So, after she had come a couple more times, I pulled my hand out from her pussy, got behind her and quickly rammed my prick in. She feverishly grabbed my sticky coated hand and started licking her own juices off. After only a few seconds she murmured, "Not there. I need it up my arse please - and hard."

Pulling out my now soaking cock, I adjusted the angle and plunged it into her stretched and gaping anal entrance, slamming it in to the hilt. Although this was much tighter than her cunt, I still reckoned that I would be in no danger of coming too quickly, as her anal muscles were still distended from her own four fingered attack. Despite this, she was loving every thrust, and seemed to quiver and shake her way into several quick orgasms. 

After a few minutes she muttered, "I'm getting a bit sore - time for the mouth."

Disengaging, I quickly got into position where my prick was level with her mouth. Looking into my eyes she cooed, "Enjoy. I know I'm going to..." and promptly swallowed my prick. 

The sight of my smooth, veined prick disappearing into her wrinkly face, while her liver spotted hand and skilful tongue coaxed me on was such a mind blowing turn on that, within seconds, I was crying out, "Oh Yes!! I'm cummmmiiinnnggg!!!! Oh Yes!" as my prick erupted into a most exquisite orgasm.

To her credit she gamely tried to swallow every drop, but I was simply pumping out too much spunk too quickly for her to swallow, and white ribbons began to dribble out of both corners of her mouth. As the flood subsided she pulled my prick out of her mouth and, using her hand, coaxed whatever drops of spunk she could extract out onto her right tit.

When the flow finally dried up and my tool had shrunk, she lay back contentedly, and pulled me down by her side, at the same time offering me her other tit to lick and suck.

As we lay contentedly she ran her fingers through my hair, and sighed, "I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did,"

"Ummmmm!" I uttered in total contentment.

She then murmured, "Not bad for an old age pensioner - don't you think. You've certainly rejuvenated this old bird, and I hope you don't get tired of me and my old, flabby and loose body for a while"

"No chance," I replied, as I drifted off into a well earned post-coital snooze. Completely missing the significance of her last remark for several hours until I was reliving this part later on in the evening.

To be continued... (maybe)

(Thanks to all of you who voted for the first installment in what I hope will be a trilogy of separate but interlinked stories, and to those of you who E-mailed me comments and kind words I hope you enjoyed this one. As before I would welcome any positive feedback or constructive criticism.)



The Cleaner Girl



To SweetSara with love and spanks.

I lie in bed feeling nicely spent after my morning romp with Sara, and watch her pad back from the shower to dry off in front of the full-length mirror. She runs the towel over her petite, young body and, as a tease just for me, bends forward slightly and moves it slowly between her legs, back and forth to dry those delicate, bare lips. She loves to put this show on for me and to dress for me as well. Today, it's a lacy bra and panties set and a smart, black trouser suit. It's her first day at her new job at the bank and the ensemble makes her look so mature and professional, every bit her 25 years.

She grabs her car keys and leans over the bed to kiss me on the way out, whispering in my ear, "Let's play when I get home." I laugh and tell her we'll wait and see – she might be feeling exhausted after her first day. She shrugs this possibility away. "Just be ready for me okay?" and with that, she picks up the posh new brief case I bought her and a canvas laundry bag. I wonder just what she's up to with that but she's gone before I can ask. I will have to wait all day to see now.

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I've been so engrossed in my writing that only the doorbell prompts me to glance at my watch - 5.30pm already! I go downstairs and open the door, expecting a salesman or charity collector, but there's Sara on the step, wearing the shortest little dress I've ever seen her in, probably and deliberately a size too small. It hugs her curves and the tight, low-cut bodice pushes her small breasts up into a teasing cleavage that just about covers her well-toned ass. Her legs are bare and she's wearing a pair of light, summer mules. Now I know why she took the laundry bag with her to work this morning. Images flash before my eyes of her changing outfits in her car, an awkward and ungainly procedure for her perhaps but in my head incredibly erotic. 

She stands in the porch with studied nonchalance, leaning against a supporting pillar, arms folded, ankles crossed. She's chewing and blowing bubble-gum and, every time a bubble bursts, its fragments spatter on her lips. She pulls them back in her mouth and chews them into a ball again, tossing it on her tongue from cheek to cheek. 

"Hiya mister! Want your house cleaned? I'm good!"

I play it straight. "I might. How much do you charge?"

"Ten bucks an hour will do it." 

"Oh? Well that sounds reasonable. So you do everything?"

"Sure mister! All the usual stuff!"

I look her up and down again. "You look very young to be working full-time?"

She suddenly stops her frantic chewing and rolls her eyes. "I'm 18, Mister!" she claims, handing me her national ID card. 

I check it over, playing the part probably too carefully and realistically for her liking. She always accused me of being too pedantic sometimes, especially in situations where directness was crucial – like now. 

She moves to grab back the ID card and the initiative. With a sultry, provocative look, she adds: "And there's extras, too!" She hitches up her dress to flash me and, of course, the whole neighbourhood. 

Her brazenness makes me blush. Just a couple of years ago, she loved to flash me and have sex with me in public. We didn't care who saw it until, that is, we settled down and got respectable. So in a sense, our role-play is about recovering the fun and spontaneity of those carefree days. 

After giving me a twirl, she lets her dress drop down and pops another bubble, glancing at her wristwatch. "Hurry up, Mister! I haven't got all day, you know!" 

"Tell you what", I say, "let's see how well you do with the 'usual stuff ' before we talk extras?"

"Sure thing. But extras will cost ya!"

"Of course. So you can start right away?"

"Yeah, whatever," she mumbles, lifting the canvas bag and pushing in past me.

She looks around the hall and peers into the rooms off, like some builder estimating a quote for renovations. Throwing down the bag, she glances at the framed photos on the wall to her left, of her and me on holiday in Spain. She nods to them and pops a bubble. "That your wife, mister?"

"Yes, that's Sara."

She flashes me a coy smile. "She's cute! Does she do the usual stuff, too?"

"Reluctantly, yes," I say, meaning the housework but I know what she's implying.

She frowns at my insolence, looking me over, her glinting, grey-blue eyes lingering at my crotch. "But she gives you extras, right?"

I want to laugh but I play along, knowing how much she is enjoying this. "Of course she does!"

"Oh yeah?" she says defiantly, stooping forward to rummage for something in the bag, exposing her delicate cleavage. "I bet they're not as good as mine!"

"Well, I'll just to have to take your word on that, won't I?"

She pulls out her I-Pod and headphones. "Oh I think you'll take more than my word when you see how good I am!"

She puts on the headphones and stuffs the I-Pod into the bodice of her dress. I gaze at her longingly for a few seconds and then tell her I'm going to start dinner.

"Oh you go to it mister!" she says with a dismissive flip of her hand. "I'll get started here. Where's your hoover?"

I lead her to the cupboard under the stairs and leave her to it, wondering to myself how she's going to get out of this one. It surely isn't part of her script to do housework for fun? Yet, as always in her role-playing, she gives nothing away and thrives on the plot development and on the tease. 

From the kitchen I hear her rattle round with comic exaggeration. Then comes the clatter of rickety wheels as she pulls the hoover across the hall to the lounge. I hear her start it up and I know she's running it across the carpet hoping I'll give in and come and get her and do something really dirty to her. In fact, over the past few weeks, she's been prodding at me to go a bit further with her, to go somewhere darker than I've ever done, but I've always resisted. I guess I've turned into 'Settled Married Man' but what does that make her? 'Bored Young Wife'? 

So, again, I resist the urge to break out and, instead, focus on the more pressing task at hand: chopping some garlic and basil for my pasta sauce. But after a few minutes, it all goes suddenly quiet out there. I stop chopping and cock my ear to hear her pad and squeak over the tiled, polished hall floor until she appears at the wide-open kitchen door. 

"Hey mister?"

I look up to see her, one arm propping up the doorframe, blowing and popping at her gum, headphones hooked round her neck. I suppress a grin. "Yes?" 

"You need a new hoover!"

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, really," she says flatly, flicking dust off her chest. "No suction."

I shrug. "Never had any trouble before! Are you sure it doesn't just need a new dustbag?"

Locking her eyes on mine, she approaches and slips her hand down over my crotch. She starts to rub me, making me moan, making me harden again. "No," she says. "I checked it over. Definitely a suction problem! I'll show you what I mean." 

Kneeling down on the floor, she yanks down my shorts and starts jerking me off while, at the same time, rolling the gum into a ball on her tongue, slipping it out of her mouth and looking around for somewhere to put it. Looking up at me with a sly grin, she sticks it on my groin, just at the base of my cock. Then she slides her hands round behind me to cup my buttocks and tilts her head at me. "Don't let me forget to take it back, okay Mister?"

I nod, impatient for her to start, and she's soon getting right into one of her amazing blowjobs, loving me with her warm, wet, succulent mouth. She pops my cock out of her mouth and gazes at it, wet and swollen now in her delicate, warm hand. She jerks it some more and gives out a girlish giggle. "Geez Mister! This is one big cock! Does your wife like sucking it for you?"

"Yes she does," I say, looking down into her eyes.

She smiles and squints, still stroking up and down, playing her fingers on the swollen, veiny shaft. "Can she fit it all into that little mouth of hers?"

I shake my head, barely able to speak, but she presses the issue further. "No? Have you tried forcing it? You know, grabbing her head by the hair and stuffing this big thing down her throat?"

I look at her wide-eyed, wondering at this sudden shift in tone. "No, I wouldn't do that to her!"

"Oh you should!" she murmurs, slurping her tongue along the underside of my cock, from base to head. "I bet she'd love it! I know I would but no one ever tries it on me!"

With that, she pops me back in her mouth and starts to bob on me, using her lips, her tongue, her hands to drive me crazy until, just as suddenly as she started, she stops. With a coy smirk, she stands up and puts me back in my pants, zipping me up. "See mister? That's what I mean by proper suction and your hoover doesn't have it!"

I can't believe she's left me hanging like this but she's got me in role now and I have to keep playing. "Can't you manage for now and I will get a new one for next time?"

"Look, Mister," she sighs, rolling her eyes, hands on hips, "I can't do the job right without the proper equipment!"

And with that protest, she goes back to work, leaving me in peace, I hope, to cook. I think again about what she said to me as she sucked me off. We have always enjoyed oral sex but she's never before hinted on a desire to take it to any extreme. Then again, she might not have been hinting at something she actually wanted from me. Maybe this was just part of her script to provoke me, tapping into a deep, dark desire that I might not like to admit? It seems to be her thing these days so I decide that's the most probable explanation.

About ten minutes later, she appears back in the kitchen, a big bundle of laundry in her arms. "So where's the washing machine?" 

I point her to the utility room just off the kitchen and she flip-flops past me, nudging me with her hip and winking back at me over her shoulder. "Sauce smells great!" she says. "Your wife's lucky!"

"You can have some, too, when you're done!"

"Oh I should be done when the washing's done!" she calls back from the utility room, again making great fuss and noise for me to hear but eventually calling for help. "Mister! This machine's like a spaceship! How do you work it?"

Leaving the sauce to simmer and reduce, I go to help her and find her leaning over the washing machine, hitching up her dress in a slow tease. She looks back at me, biting her lower lip and wiggling her ass as she exposes herself to me once again. She reaches a hand back to rub the soft, wet lips, pouting and sighing and cooing as she plays. "So? Want to turn it on for me?"

I come up behind her and place one hand on her warm, bare ass, making her whimper with excited anticipation. I set the programme with the other, skipping to high-speed spin. As the machine clicks and whirrs into life, she looks back at me, her eyes desirous, expectant. I very casually spank her on each ass cheek, making her yelp. "A right little tease, aren't you?" I say, my voice stern now.

She nods and simpers. "That's what all the boys say, Mister!"

I undo my pants and push them down, along with my shorts. "Shocking!" 

She gazes back at my full sized erection. "You're telling me! But they don't do anything about it. Why's that?"

"Because they're just boys, not men!" I explain, placing two fingers over hers, pressing them down on her clit and rubbing with her.

She lets out a long, low moan of pleasure but keeps up the tease. "Mister, aren't you a bit old for this?" 

I give her another hard spank and tell her to be quiet. She squeals and sobs, rubbing her slapped ass to soothe the hot sting. She makes to get away from me but I pull her back and pin her head down on the machine and roughly stuff my cock in her. She whimpers and yelps, surprised by my aggression. I sink it as deeply as I can, stretching the soft, wet lips round the thick shaft and then, spanking her hard once again, I start thrusting in long, hard strokes. It's such a relief to be inside her again, enjoying her wonderful tightness, fucking her the way I love best, but there's something else about this that excites me all the more. For the first times we've been together, she wants me to play rough with her. 

As I build and intensify the rhythm and force of my thrusts, she jumps and squeals, slapping her hand down on top of the machine, taunting and provoking me, wanting me to let go and lose control, to give into the urges that frighten me most. "Come on, Mister! Fuck your cleaner girl! Give it to her hard!" 

Without warning, I grab her roughly by the hair and hump into her, not as a lover or husband but as some brute from the street. The washing machine shakes and shudders under us, sending its violent vibrations through our hot, sweating bodies. We are excited beyond belief by this, our inhibitions lowered more than ever before. 

Then she turns her head back to me and says something that taps into our most forbidden fantasy, one she knows is best used sparingly. She's my wife, a woman in her twenties, but today she's the young girl only too well aware of her illicit appeal to an older man like me.

. 

"So you like my 18 year-old pussy, Mister?"

I nod, thrusting into her, hard and steady still, my face contorted with effort. She stays prone and submissive over the shuddering, rattling machine, her small breasts squashed down on the cold top. She feels how intense I am, how close I am, my thick cock stabbing into her. With her pussy gripping tighter now, she keeps on taunting me, provoking me with words she's never spoken to me before, not even in fantasy. "Oh yes mister! Fuck my virgin cunt! Use it good!"

That does it! My body convulses in one of the most intense orgasms I've ever had. Giving her ass one final slap, I grunt, and squirt heavy, thick shots of cum deep inside her. I pull her body up off the top of the machine to hump up into her with two, three aggressive thrusts, sending her into a shattering orgasm, her legs shaking, her knees buckling under her, weakened by all this punishment. The washing machine also reaches its screeching, whining climax and shudders to a stop. It clicks to reset and flashes a message in the LCD display window: CYCLE COMPLETE. PLEASE REMOVE CONTENTS. 

I pull out of her and stand, panting, hands on hips, my slick, swollen cock drooping between my legs. I am still shocked at myself, how aggressive I have been with her. It has never been that way with us before, yet it's clear that this was exactly what she's been wanting from me for weeks now. She has set out to provoke me, to test my limits, and I have to admit there's a part of me that is happy she did. 

Letting out a low moan of pleasure, she slides off the machine and squats down to lick and suck me clean, winking up at me to hint she's still in role. "Promise you won't tell my dad, Mister? He'll kill you!"

"Oh don't you worry about that!" I assure her. "He will never need to know!" 

She giggles and gives me one last deep suck and a pop before stretching a hand up to me, fingers wiggling. "OK! That's twenty for the usual stuff plus ten extra for the blowjob and another twenty for the fuck! So that's fifty altogether, Mister – in tens if you can manage it?"

I fix myself first and then pull out my wallet to pay her, grumbling to myself about the rising cost of domestic service these days.

"Admit it! I'm worth every cent!" she replies with a cheeky wink. 

Somehow, paying her is as erotically charged as the rough, heated sex that went before. As I count out five, ten-dollar bills into her hand, she gazes up at me with an innocent smile of a girl on her first ever payday and, once I settle with her, she rolls up the notes and sticks them into her bodice. Standing up now to fix her dress, she hands me a business card: "EEZYKLEAN GIRL. ALL JOBS DONE. WORK GUARANTEED." 

Then, with a cheesy grin and a wink, she leaves me with a solemn promise. "Just remember, Mister! I do the kinda jobs your wife would never do!"



The Cleaner Pt. 01



This is part of a true story that took place in my first year at a university in England. 



Spread out around one end of the leafy campus were large residential halls for first year students, ranging from older grey-stone buildings with period architechture to modern red-brick eyesores that had seemingly been knocked up cheaply to meet demand. I'd been allocated a place in one of the latter; in fact it was clearly one of the worst of the lot. Once you'd passed the lobby and basic communal areas it was just floor-upon-floor of long straight corridors lined with box-like one-bed-one-desk rooms, and it was all in need of a bit of maintenance and redecorating.

I'd arrived there as a very socially anxious eighteen year old. Without ever really being the instigator of any social activity, I'd nevertheless managed to go with the flow and attend all the early parties and other events, and settled into a group of friends from neighbouring rooms. Despite this I remained more-or-less of the same disposition, and a girlfriend or even quick flings weren't really on my horizon. I plodded along, fulfilling the basic requirements of socialising and my course, and along the way I did have a lot of enjoyable and memorable times and friendships.

Like most students we were accustomed to either go out every night or otherwise be up most of the night doing something or other, and so with very few taught hours per week and most of my time meant to be taken up with personal studies I soon got into a stereotypical student sleep pattern. 

When I did finally retire to my room I would invariably look at Internet porn and masturbate before going to sleep. I remember being paranoid about looking at porn as my Internet connection was the university network, and I'd read over-and-over the section of the guidebook that warned about the consequences of using the network for filesharing or pornography. If I ever had to go to the computer centre and speak to a technician, or even meet with my personal tutor, I always had a nervous feeling that they'd know. Nothing ever happened though, and everyone must've been doing the same.

So back to the start... 

It was a couple of weeks in and I was lying in bed in the late morning; not snoozing lazily but suffering with an awful, room-spinning hangover. Suddenly I panicked as there was a quick double-knock on the door of my room and the door was unlocked and the handle turned. 

"I hope you're decent... I'm coming in" barked a regional accent. 

Increased panic. The door was cautiously only opened an inch for second or two, before a uniformed woman opened it fully and leaned into the room. 

"Do you want your room cleanin'?".



OK, so it was some cleaning thing that no one had told me about.

Feeling exposed and embarrassed I sat up halfway and blurted out "I'm really sorry, I'm unwell". 

"If you don't want it cleanin' you have to sign this" she said in a bored tone, thrusting a clipboard into the room. 

"Hang on, I'll just get up and throw something on", I mumbled nervously, "It'll literally take a sec".

"Don't worry, you're the fourth one just down this corridor" she said in a markedly more friendly way, and tossed the clipboard onto the end of the bed. "I like your duvet cover", she added.

"Thanks", I replied, getting up into a kneeling position on the end of the bed with the covers still over me, and stretching to hand the signed sheet back to her.

"It'll have to be done next time though", she warned, reverting back to the bored tone, and then shut the door and hammered on the next one.

I was pretty much up now anyway, so I felt a bit stupid not having my room cleaned. I lay there for a while listening to the annoying sounds of hoovers and the cleaning women and her colleagues yapping away loudly about their bad husbands and an unflushed turd in the communal bathroom at the end of the hall. I was relieved though, and I felt like the woman had been quite nice and sympathetic, and that perhaps she sensed I was a bit timid.

The next week I forgot it was that day again already, but as soon as I heard their racket down the end of the hall I was up and off to breakfast to get out of the way. I spent a while there to make sure my room would've been done before I went back, but still returned just after the same cleaner from before had just come out of my room.

"Are you going in? I'll leave it unlocked." she said, and quickly moved on. 

I still didn't really take in what she looked like, other than that she was an older woman.

As I got ready to go and study, again I listened to the same din of hoovers and doors and the cleaners' loud chatter. This time they were mocking some of the things they'd seen in "this one's" or "that one's" room without caring if "this one" or "that one" was in earshot. It made me smile a few times.

The third time started like the first. I was just half-awake when the door opened again, with the same dialogue. I was fine this time but said I was unwell again just because it sounded better than "yeah I just haven't got up". Maybe she thought I wasn't up to signing the form, or she just couldn't leave it again, but this time it wasn't offered.

"I won't hoover but I'll do you surfaces and bin, OK?"

It was clearly a rhetorical question as she'd already closed the door behind her and started. 

I was wide awake now but I just stayed still and acted like I'd gone back to sleep. Through squinted eyes I watched her, for what can't have been more than a minute with the speed she worked. She must've been older than forty, but I'm not good with ages so I couldn't say by how much. I thought she looked matronly - her face and limbs seeming like a normal, slightly overweight older woman, but with disproportionately massive breasts that seemed to occupy her entire upper-body thanks to a high-waisted uniform, and a short apron that began and was tied just beneath them. The uniform was like a long green shirt, and on her lower body she wore black trousers, a bit like leggings but not that tight. 

She was mostly facing away from me and the upper part of the uniform covered her ass, so my eyes were drawn to where the apron strings where tied a bit too tightly around her back. As she stretched to clean the top of the mirror the bottom of her shirt lifted a little, showing her trousers riding up slightly between her full ass cheeks. 

Facially I doubt anyone else would have said she was great looking or that she'd taken a lot of care of her appearance, but she had something vital and exciting in her expression that grew intensely with familiarity. I don't think I was as much attracted then as just looking because she was there, and the voyeurism gave me a bit of a buzz.

Despite me pretending to be asleep, when she was done she asked me if I was alright. In a feigned tired voice I told her I had a night job a couple of times a week, so I was always shattered on that morning. It wasn't true and It didn't correllate with me previously saying I was unwell but it seemed like a good excuse.

"Oh, poor lad" she said, sincerely. "I've done the bits I can do, OK?". 

"Oh yeah, sorry, thanks" I blurted out. She gave a mock stern look and then left as impersonally as usual. 

My "sorry "had referred to the bits she was contracted to clean but couldn't get to easily with me there. I'd needed enough space to set up a large drawing board in the room, so it'd ended up that the computer/reading desk was close between the bed and the wall so I could use the bed in lieu of a chair. This also put the one small window to the room near the head of the bed but on the far side. Pretty soon after she'd left I made use of this convenience, flinging open the curtains and swivelling round to log onto the computer, only to finding that my only seminar that day had been postsponed. I closed the curtains again and went straight to a favourite porn site.

I found that as a frequent porn user I'd get increasingly bored of or desensitised to normal pornstar fare, and would get hooked on certain niches for a short time. I started to look at more mature porn around then, and this and the growing excitement about presence of the cleaner both fuelled each other. 

Over the next month I was out and about on the cleaning morning a couple of times, and slept in a couple of times but only got the form to sign. Nevertheless, the fantasy and the mature porn preference continued to grow. I knew it was just a silly immature obsession but it occupied my thoughts a lot, even when studying.

One morning on a different weekday I was alone in the main communal area on my own. Someone had left the television on and it was now on some trashy daytime TV show. Two cleaners came in to clean the room, one of them being her. They were engaged in their usual loud chatter and were mocking some people on the TV show., which they were familiar with We shared a few wry looks and laughs about things they were saying, and they ended up involving me in their conversation quite a few times. They could tell I was shy immediately and teased me a bit about it, but I got the impression that they liked me. 



The next time I was still in bed again when the cleaner came. 

"I guess you missed your favourite program this morning!", she joked. 

"I'll probably miss the whole day after last night", I lied, alluding to a fictional exhausting work shift.

"Awww. Better give the hoover a miss again then.", she said sympathetically, and started cleaning the sink area without asking if I wanted the room cleaned this time.

I was lying on my side and found myself getting hard from just being shut in a room with her, and me being in bed. I think more than wanting contact, I just wanted to throw the covers off and wank furiously with her in the room. I didn't do that of course - I kept still apart from twitching my cock, and made do with running my eyes intently around every part of her body. As always it was such a short amount of time and went too quickly. 

Then the excitment increased tenfold. 

"I just need to do the window bit and desk if I can reach it. I'll try not to disturb you."

I silently nodded like I was half-asleep, and my mind started racing. To clean the desk I imagined she could just walk down the side of the bed and reach most of it, but to do the window sill she'd had to reach right quite a way over the head of the bed where my head was. 

She started on the nearest part and was leaning over me so one of her breasts was directly over my head and the other just in my line-of-sight. I stared at them as they swung and bobbed about a little as she quickly cleaned the window sill and wiped around the frame. Being on my side and closer to the same side of the bed as her, I couldn't see much as she leaned further over, but the increasing proximity to her kept my cock hard and throbbing. As she quickly stretched to reach the farthest side of the windowsill her midrift briefly touched the side of my face.

"Oop, sorry", she whispered.

"Oh don't worry about it", I responded.

"Just the desk and then I'll stop bothering you".

"It's fine", I reassured her again.

Instead of getting up and walking round the side of the bed to try to clean the desk as I'd imagined, she knelt on the side of the bed from where she was and leaned right over me, making full contact with my upper body. It didn't last long, but stretching and thrusting to reach over there she was rocking the bed and a loose part of her uniform on her side brushed my face again. 

As she moved down the bed to reach the rest of the desk her knees shuffled in around my stomach and upper legs, so that at one point her knees were resting more-or-less either side of my cock, and as the matress moved and the bedding tightened around it I got even harder. I couldn't tell if she came directly into contact with it, but a few inches over and she could've kneeled right on it. 

As she was now further down the bed and bending over I stared at her ass from the side, particularly where the trousers pinched in in a few places on her slightly chubby but seemingly muscular thighs and ass. 

As she got up the movement made my cock throb again, but I still kept still.

"There we go, all done", she said; probably an innocent phrase from her perspective but one that flooded my mind with fantasies.

"Thanks, I really appreciate it", I said, trying to make it clear that I was perfectly fine with the logistics of what had just happened.

As soon as she'd left I tossed the covers off the bed and my cock sprung up, more engorged than I'd ever seen it. When my hand wrapped around it it felt incredible, and I wanked so hard and fast that in no time at all I was approaching what I knew would be an immense climax. 

I was generally restrained and would use a cloth, but on the spur of the moment this time I leapt up and stumbled across the room, arriving at the sink she'd just cleaned just in time to shoot endless strings of thick cum into it and all over the surrounding surface. Something about her having just cleaned it made it more significant somehow. It was visually and physically satisfying, and afterwards I felt exhilarated and exhausted.

The next week I was away on a trip for one of the societies I'd joined, but the whole time I wished I was back there for another, any, encounter with the cleaner. Still, maybe it was for the best; she might actually be really fed up with people making her job harder, and probably moaned about me to her colleagues for all I knew.



For that week I continued to look at the usual mature porn and wank to that and fantasies about the cleaner, but then a few days before she'd be coming next I held off, thinking that if I didn't masturbate for a while beforehand that the next encounter would be heightened. Despite these intentions, on the night before the day, I found myself masturbating casually and then not being able to resist the climax. I'd ended up hopping over and cumming all over the sink again, creating even more of a mess than last time.

In the morning I was awake quite early and anticipating what would happen. I was fully prepared for her to either not clean the room, or if she did, to not have the same contact as last time, but I'd still get something out of it whatever happened, and the anticipation alone was thrilling. I also considered that one time I might actually get a different cleaner and it might be a different situation. Regardless, I was excited, and for the first time I 'd got fully naked in bed and was hard long before she came, slowly masturbating but not to climax. I thought about how she'd leaned over me last time, and I positioned myself on my back this time, closer to the other side of the bed, trying to place myself for the best contact if a similar situation arose.

A little earlier than the usual time I heard the familiar rap on the door and the door opening, more slowly and quietly than she did the others, as if expecting me to be asleep. 

"Hi there", she said quietly. "Just the usual. I left a bit more time for yours so I don't have to make such a racket".

"Thanks... you can do the whole lot... I don't mind", I said, feigning tiredness as usual.

Lying on my back I was holding my hard, throbbing cock down between my legs. I thought it'd be really obvious if I moved at all so I tried to stay really still. 

"You've made a right mess here" she exclaimed a little louder and in a playful tone, as she started to clean the sink. I'd purposefully left it uncleaned after the night before, as I shaved and washed in the communal areas rather than in my room anyway, and the thought of watching her unknowingly cleaning it up was the one fantasy I'd been having that I could possibly make happen. Now the moment came I panicked and thought I'd gone too far, that it'd be really obvious what had happened there, but she didn't seem to have thought anything unusual of it and I excitedly watched her scrubbing away a little longer than she'd normally have to. There had been thick lines and puddles of cum strewn all over it the night before, but maybe now it passed for the usual remnants of bathroom products she'd see in all the sinks that were actually used. 

As she emptied the bin into her trolly and quickly attended to the other other fixtures and fittings, my eyes were fixated on her body and face, as I took in every detail. When she bent over I was mesmerised by her ass, and noticed her her clench her ass cheeks a couple of times as she worked. Her shirt seemed a little looser than usual, perhaps with an extra button undone, and I thought that maybe she wasn't wearing a bra, as I could make out the position of her nipples for the first time and her breasts seemed to move more freely as she swiftly and vigourously sprayed and wiped and dusted her way around the room. 

I'd managed to stay motionless as a statue, apart from letting my cock twitch and giving it the occasional hard squeeze when she was facing away from me, which felt incredible. When she'd done with everything else she seemed to hesitate for a second, and then moved in my direction.

"Sorry, I've just got to do these bits on the other side", she half-whispered. 

"Thanks, just give me a shove if I'm in the way", I mumbled.

She smiled and leaned over to the window sill. Her breasts were almost immediately just inches above my face, and clearly in the bra-less as I'd thought, gently swaying and circling with what freedom her shirt afforded them. As she reached to the far side of the window sill her breasts rubbed right across my face in a side-to-side path, catching on my nose, and feeling this she jolted back a little and whispered an apology, seemingly without realising what part of her had knocked what part of me. 

Now she knelt on the side of the bed as before and leaned right over me to reach the desk, and it was safe to say I was in the right place. This time the full pendulous weight of her breasts was slowly lowered onto my face a couple of times, and while it didn't seem to register with her, it certainly did with me and my cock. I could almost feel her flesh through the thin synthetic shirt, and struggled to both hold down my enormous erection and resist raising my head and rubbing my face against and between her large hanging breasts. Like before I was desperate to expose my throbbing cock and wank myself off right there, but knew I wouldn't. 

As before she then moved down to about my waist level and leant over again. I was so caught up in the heat of the moment, that as she leaned over I spontaneously moved my hands down flat by my sides, releasing my cock, now aching to be grabbed with a firm grasp. The weight and taughtness of the duvet prevented it from springing up more than at a narrow angle, and as once again her body briefly rest on mine it was held down flat, the feeling of her weight and movement pressing against it just making me long even more to have a hand around it.  I wanted to raise my pelvis up into her and rub up against her hard, but again it was just a manic thought. 

Next, would I surprise myself with my recklessness. As she leaned away again I froze and did not move my hands back into position, I just left my cock there standing out at about a thirty-five degree angle, still held down by the duvet. I didn't think she'd felt anything when cleaning the desk, but through squinted eyes as I pretended to be half-asleep, I could see her gaze immediately drawn to this raised point in the duvet. I felt like I was frozen solid, like I was naked and exposed, but so incredibly excited.

To my surprise she then knelt back down on the side of the bed in the same place and seemed to start cleaning the desk again. This time, however, it felt like she was actually trying to rub up against me as if in an unconvincing ploy to feel out what was beneath the covers, at one point slipping so it was digging right into her stomach, and at another seeming to rub her breasts quite hard into my crotch. It sounds like a bizarre act, I know, but it was all just about on the point where it could still have been more my imagination than her really actively trying to either stimulate me or feel what was going on down there. 




The Cleaner Pt. 01



As she leaned away again however, she dropped the cloth she had been using, right on the peak of the protrusion in front of her. She quickly reached to pick it up, like a reflex reaction, but used the action of picking it up to gently feel the end the huge bulge beneath for just a second before withdrawing. It was definitely real now. 

At this point I couldn't help but slightly twitch my cock, making the duvet jump a little, and I opened my eyes to find her gaze meeting mine, and a kind of friendly rather than sexual smile on her face. I mirrored her smile with an added look of embarrassment, and her gaze returned to what was now a fully erect tent in the duvet. That moment seemed to last for a long time, until fearing she might leave, and that like a point had already been crossed where something else wouldn't really make it any worse, I asked timidly:

"Would you wank me off?"

I was immediately shocked that I'd actually asked that question and was frozen again as I examined her expression. I felt like she sensed the intended implication than it would be an act of sympathy or kindess on her part, and that maybe somehow she wasn't going to run off to report me.

"I don't have much time" she said in a hushed friendly voice. 

That seemed positive but ambiguous, but her intention became clear as she quickly stepped over to lock the door properly, and then slowly lowered herself into a kneeling position beside the bed. 

We briefly made eye contact again, before she carefully lifted up the side of the duvet, and her right hand crept in underneath. Her arm snaked its way in and I felt her cold hand touch the side of my leg, and then slowly crawl over the top like a spider. Her cold open hand slid around my cock, which had softened a little. It was a moment of pure ecstacy. She grasped it very tightly in the middle of the shaft, squeezing blood to the head, and in that moment that feeling alone seemed greater than any orgasm I'd experienced. 

A shiver went down my spine as her other hand also disappeared under the covers, again creating a tingling sensation as it located my side and then crawled it's way over the top. With spread fingers she pressed this hand flat against my abdomen, and them slid it downwards to secure the base of my cock. As she squeezed the base with this hand and held the shaft loosely with the other I was now rock hard again, and her right hand got to work.

She had a vice-like grip and strong arms, perhaps built up from performing manual work for many years, and she pumped her hand up and down the full length of the shaft and slightly over the top of the head, while slightly rotating her hand. She did this with the same almost robotic rhythm and the same focused but personally disengaged look that she exhibited when she was cleaning. It was like she was just performing a task as part of her duties, and all the more impersonal as it was all taking place under the covers, almost like we were both pretending it wasn't happening. She didn't look into my eyes, just at the duvet going up and down and up and down with her hand movements. The room was silent apart from the rustling of the duvet and the occassional breathy sigh from me. I wish it could have gone on like that all day.

After a short while though, she started to look like she wanted to finish up. I knew this couldn't go on for very long. In a change of tact she shuffled down the bed a bit so her hand was holding my cock more from beneath than the side, and she started pumping me with her thumb dug in right below the head of my cock. The pleasure was unlike anything I'd ever felt from masturbating, and within a few seconds I was approaching climax. With the technique and the speed she was wanking me I could feel it coming on, building up and up. I allowed my whole body to tense up completely, and then began to thrust and squirm in ecstasy as I started to cum, only restrained by her other hand pressed on my abdomen. I savoured the feeling as hot, thick cum poured down over her still pumping hand and wrist, whose movement slowly decelerated until she was just holding the whole sloppy mess in her hand, motionless. 

As a wave of of immense relaxation, contentment and euphoria came over me, our eyes met again for the first time since she'd started, and she smiled in the same friendly, non-sexual way. She carefully lifted up the duvet with her clean hand, and withdrew the other. We both looked at her hand, covered with thick cum that was now running down her arm, and then at each other again. Before I could blurt out a desperate "thank you" she raised a finger of the cum-covered hand to her lips and let out a quiet, reassurring "ssh", as several long trails of cum now converged on her elbow and formed a large gloopy droplet. I wish I could have stopped time and stared at this image for hours, but in a matter of seconds she'd casually wiped her arm, rinsed her hands in the sink, looked back a final time to exchange a smile, and left without a word.



The Cleaners



After many years of trying to keep up with it, my wife and I hired a Brazilian couple to come and clean our house once a week. They were young, eager, and inexpensive, so we decided it was an affordable luxury, and went for it. They come on Friday mornings, so the house is clean for the weekend, and nobody gets in their way while they are working. As they don't speak much in the way of English, I hadn't really gotten to know them well, although they were quite friendly. Fernando had been a pilot in Brazil and was clearly well educated, as well as fit and good looking. Graziella was a petite little thing, with a big smile, big boobs and a nicely curving figure. We usually just smiled, exchanged pleasantries as best wee could, and went on about our business.

One day, as part of my ramp up for training for an upcoming triathlon, I had been for an early morning workout to beat the heat, and then gone straight to my office, which is in an outbuilding on our property. I did a couple of hours work, and then headed in to take a shower, having forgotten that today was a cleaning day. I went upstairs, showered away my sweat, and was standing in the bathroom naked when Graziella walked around the corner and into the room. I'm not quite sure whether she knew I was going to be there or not, but I was certainly surprised, all the more so since when she walked in she became in between me and my towel, and I had grown about half a woody in the shower. 

"Oh, excuse me!" I said as she turned towards me, seeing me for the first time. "I forgot it was Friday!" She smiled, and mumbled some apology, but continued on her task of cleaning, having not failed to notice, and dwell for a moment, on my swollen cock. "Um, do you think you could hand me my towel there?" I said, pointing to where it lay next to her on the corner of the sink. 

"Oh, not to worry. I see this before!" She laughed, gestured towards my cock, and continued to clean the sink. I began to panic a bit, imagining Fernando walking in to help while I stood naked with his wife and half a hard-on. So I just walked out of the bathroom to the closet, where I quickly dressed, and went back to work. Later, when I paid them, Fernando mentioned that Graziella had found me showering, and that I seemed happy to see her! I blushed a bit, and started to stammer out an apology, but he stopped me, quickly.

"Not to worry," she said with a smile and sincerity. "She has seen this all before. You don't worry – she like!" More laughter, then "And, you know, she happy, I happy, you know?" We laughed some more, I relaxed, I mentioned the changing training schedule and they left.

Graziella, I should add, was dressed for the weather when she was working that day, weather that would achieve a high temperature of about 95 for the day, with complete sunshine and humidity. So she was wearing a spaghetti strapped t-shirt with, I think, no bra, and a pair of tight gym shorts. She was tanned, lithe and lean, and the thoughts of her like that gazing at my cock so casually cause my erection to grow and remain for much of the rest of the day.

Just for fun, I made a point of hitting the same schedule the next week. This time, when I turned off the water and went t get my towel, she was standing there and handed it to me. What the hell, I thought, and took it from her with a smile. I figured, if they were cool with this, and I was such an exhibitionist, who was I to complain? Graziella this week, with similar heat, was wearing a bikini top and tiny little shorts – the kind where the bottom of a firm asses woman's cheeks actually stick out the bottom. She cleaned and smiled, I dried myself off and watched, and was soon completely hard.

When she saw that, she said something to the effect of "ooo la la!" (I do have a long, thick cock), and then walked over to where I was drying off, and motioned for me to stay where I was. 

"Fernando!" She said, in what wasn't so much of a yell as it was a command. Again, a moment of panic, as I thought of Fernando kicking my ass from here to Brazil, but I stayed where I was told, albeit somewhat surprised at the proceedings. But nowhere near as surprised as when Fernando came around the corner from the bedroom equally naked, with a smile on his face.

"Um, excuse me," I said, with some level of nervousness, "I don't think I got the memo here..."

"Ah, do not worry," said Fernando. "Graziella like me to suck your cock." He paused for a moment. "This you would mind? She make it good for you." And gestured to Graziella, who in response pulled the string that held up her bikini top, causing her tits to absolutely jump out of it. A quick wiggle of her hips, and she was naked.

I confess, this was a somewhat novel situation for me, but not a point of first impression. I had played with men before, in high school and college. But that was a long time ago, and I was a little, as they say, out of the loop. But I'm also a hedonist, and pretty guiltless, and I do love a good blowjob. So I somewhat silently nodded my consent.

Graziella motioned for Fernando to kneel in front of me, which he did, and immediately took the full length of my cock in his mouth (It occurred to me that he had done this before, maybe a few time?). I moaned in consent, and he began the process, in and out, up and down. He'd lick my balls, from time to time, with an occasional hint of tongue near my ass. And as I got into the rhythm, she stopped him, and motioned for both of us to head to the bedroom.

She instructed Fernando to lay flat on his back on the bed, with his head over the side, where he dropped his head back and again opened his mouth. Again, I dropped my cock in, and he slurped and sucked again, this time making his interest in my ass clearer, drilling his tongue up me from time to time (please notice my lack of objection). Fernando was now hard as a rock himself, a substantially smaller cock, yet clearly rock hard, standing nearly straight up as he lay on his back. As he sucked harder and pulled me towards him, I motioned to Graziella that I was going to cum, and she made a gesture with her hand to make it clear that I was to do so. I dumped a complete, heavy load into Fernando's mouth, and she stood by saying "Si, Si! Yess, cum his mouth! Si!" Eventually, I popped free of his grip, and stood there, my cock drooling.

"You like," she asked me?

I was sweating, head to toe, had just emptied my balls with a series of grunts and facial contortions into her husband, and was grinning from ear to ear. "Yes," I said, "I like. He's very good!"

"Yes," she said. "But I think I punish him – he miss some!" And she leaned over to relieve my half flaccid cock of a big drop of cum with her own mouth.

"You lay down – rest." She motioned to the far side of the bed, and I obliged. As I lay there, she sat on Fernando's face, and he busied himself pleasing her with his tongue and fingers. As I watched her riding his face, and his cock bouncing in the air, I realized that I was hard again in less time than it took for him to bring her off, with her twisting her nipples, and going on and on in Portuguese about something. She came in a bucking frenzy on Fernando's head, and then rolled off him, eying my now hard cock.

"Ahh, I see you now rested!" She crawled over to me, and lay on top of me, soon slipping my cock into her intensely wet, yet surprisingly tight, pussy. And not thirty seconds after her orgasm on Fernando's face, she started riding me with true Latin passion, cumming again in about a minute. She rolled over on her back, and pulled me into her, her legs high, her eyes locked on mine.

"You are having fun," She asked? "I have made this worth it for you?" I thrust my assent into her as hard as I could a few times, with a smile on my face, and then rested a moment, moving just gently as the warmth and flowing wetness of her surrounded my very happy cock.

And then, I felt Fernando again, stroking my ass with his finger, which he had lubed. First one finger, then two, then three, around my opening, in a bit, in a bit more, a longer finger rubbing my prostate. And when the fingers went away, I knew what was coming. Fernando's cock was so thin that it slipped in without a moment's hesitation, just exactly the right size to stimulate the nerves of the opening, and massage the prostate. And he knew how to move – as I moved in and out of his wife, he matched me, so that he went in as I came out, and the other way around.

I looked down at her tits, flopping in rhythm with us, her smile, her pussy, and my cock. In the mirror, I could see Fernando and his cock riding me, a hand on my nipple, a hand on my balls. And I came. Lots. I've never really felt such intensity with such stimulation – cock in pussy, a cock in my ass, nipples and balls dealt with, visual stimulation complete. I dumped a bucket into her, and as I did, my ass pulsed around Fernando doing the same into me.

I really enjoy Fridays now. They don't really even bother to pretend about starting the cleaning when they get to the house any more. We just start out by fucking each other's brains out. Graziella is the most oversexed person I've ever experienced in my life. We have had times where they start the day as above, we shower and I go to work, and when they are done cleaning, she will come out to my office and suck me off, or ask me to do her against the desk. I confess to having insisted that we give them a raise pretty regularly, and they seem eager to stay with us. Thank God.



The Cleaning Girl



(Warning: Story involves humiliation and water sports) 

Please do not read if under 18 years of age or offended by sexually explicit stories and situations.

(c) 2001 Couture

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"Rosa, could you bring me glass of iced tea when you come through. Something must be wrong with the air-conditioner today. It must be ninety degrees in here," I shouted to my maid Rosa, who was in the kitchen washing dishes. The heat made it difficult to concentrate on the stories I was reading from the internet newsgroup, maybe I would get her to set up a fan for me after I pulled something a little more subject for public viewing than the erotic stories that had become my 'dirty little secret'.

She appeared at my bedroom door and took my breath away, due to what she was wearing. Well, what she wasn't wearing was more like it. The girl only had on a sweat soaked sleeveless t-shirt and white cotton panties. 

"Rosa! What on earth!" I admonished her. I had let her get by with not wearing the traditional maid's uniform, but this was ridiculous. I should have never relaxed the rules regarding the dress code, but I remember her reaction still today, "No seniorita, Rosa no puta! You no make Rosa a slave! This only a job for Rosa, seniorita Corbitt!" After her outburst, I never brought it up again. After all, it was only a uniform, and as long as she did a good job on her work, why should I worry about a silly costume.

However, having the bronze skinned beauty displaying her charms in such a manner could not be tolerated. Not because I was offended, but because they called to my hidden self, a self I couldn't dare expose. The wife of a prominent judge couldn't be the kind of woman who fantasized about a girl such a Rosa; especially, not when they were fantasies that involved her dominating me. Oh God! I had become so distracted by her appearance that I forgot to close the story that I was reading. See? This is exactly what I was afraid of.

"Sorry Seniorita, it was so hot," she said approaching me with the glass of tea.

I struggled to close the story I was reading, my hands suddenly becoming useless with my fear. "J-j-ust sit on my . . ." Oh no, she was almost behind my desk, where she would be able to read the porn on my computer! I gave up on coming up with a rational way to get her away from my screen and had to rely on brute force. "WAIT!" I shouted, putting my hands over the screen. Unfortunately, my violent reaction scared her, causing her to trip and fall into my lap with the tea landing on my breasts. 

"Ouch. Rosa is so sorry Seniorita!" she pleaded, while she clutched at her ankle.

I almost laughed at myself when I realized that I had caused all this damage for nothing. After all, Rosa could barely speak English much less read it. "It's okay Rosa, here let me help." I got up and let her sit in my chair, while I got down on my knees and investigated her ankle. I nervously wondered if my property owner's insurance would pay for her medical expenses, since I was paying her under the table.

Luckily, there didn't appear to be any swelling, but I gently pressed starting from her calf and working my way down. When I touched her ankle, she jerked back and cried out in pain. 

"Hmmm, I better go get some ice for that ankle, Rosa," I said, turning off my monitor before going in search of first aid. 

When I returned with ice wrapped in a towel, my heart dropped to may feet. She appeared to be looking a little too closely at my computer screen. "That is private Rosa!" I shouted as I rushed to the desk. Blushing and shaking, this time I was the one who fell down. Not to be deterred, I crawled the rest of the way and cut off the power to the computer itself. 

"Seniorita hurt?" She asked, after standing up and stroking my hair comfortingly. 

I wasn't hurt physically, but mentally I was a wreck. I was shaking and humiliated; my life as a rich socialite was flashing before my eyes. Rosa, picked me up and sat me in my chair. 

"Okay now, Seniorita?" she asked.

Maybe she hadn't read it. She didn't give any inclination as to having seen what was on the screen. She probably wouldn't have understood most of the words anyway. I wiped my tears away and tried to put it behind me. "I'm okay Rosa." 

She smiled then sat down on top of me! Of all the nerve! Her breasts were practically in my face, as she hugged my gratefully around my neck. Then she looked straight in my eyes and her grin changed instantly from vacant and stupid to one of sinister intelligence. "So, does Jenny like pee-pee?" she asked, without the thick accent I had grown accustomed to.

Oh God! This was worse than I thought. I felt light-headed. Almost as if I couldn't get enough air. "No, no that was an accident -- a virus on the computer. Need help getting it mmmphhff . . ." The little bitch smothered my protests in her hairy armpit. She smelled of someone who was working in a hot house all day and hadn't put on any deodorant. I should have fought her off and fired her on the spot for disrespecting me in such a fashion. However, this was the sort of thing I had always fantasized about and there was no way the dark part of me was going to allow the logical part of me to stop it.

Suddenly, I felt a hot warmth on my stomach, then it spread down to my sex, before pooling under my ass and driveling down my legs. She had done it! She had pissed on me! I was no longer a wealthy socialite or even a person with thoughts and feelings. She had reduced me in one moment to nothing but an object, an object of derision. My pussy throbbed with arousal.

She pulled away from me and stared at me again. This time I could no longer meet her eyes. "Do you want more Jenny? Does Jenny want more pee-pee?" 

I hesitated. I shook my head no, but my trembling mouth opened. "Yes," I squeaked.

"Does Jenny want to be my little cleaning girl?" Rosa lifted her arm up so that I stared at her hairy pit. "Start right here cleaning girl."

What is happening to me? She was pushing my buttons, making me humiliate myself, but enjoying it at the same time. I debased myself further, by leaning forward to lick her fragrant arm pits. It was salty, but not altogether unpleasant except for the hair that was now stuck to my tongue. 

"You forgot the other one, cleaning girl," she laughed at me. "I'll give you a reward when you finish!" 

This time she didn't raise her arm, instead making me try to wiggle my face into position. Eventually, I was successful and when she was satisfied that I had done a passable job, she stood up. I couldn't stop myself from staring at the erotic sight of her soaked cotton panties.

"Stop staring at my pussy and take off my panties, stupid!" she ordered with derision. I burned with humiliation wondering if I was so obvious in my yearning, as I stared at her dark pubic hair, easily visible through the soaked panties. I reached forward my hands shaking, almost expecting her skin to burn my fingertips. 

"Use your mouth you dumb cunt!" Somewhere inside me I heard a little voice shouting to stop, to flee this girl that didn't sound very much like my old Rosa. Instead, I bent forward and like the stupid little cunt I fantasized about being, I got down on my knees before her and caught the waistband of her panties between my lips. The odor of urine was strong and I caught the smell of her arousal as I pulled the panties down her bronze legs. While I struggled to remove the undergarment from beneath her foot, I felt the stream of urine beating down on my head; beating me into submission.

"Look at my pussy you dumb whore! You couldn't get enough of it a while ago, so look at it!" she taunted me.

I tried to do as she ordered, but she shot the cruel stream in my eyes, forcing me to turn my head to the side. 

"I said look!" she demanded, pulling my head back while she continued to piss on my face. She gushed even harder and some even went up my nose, causing me to choke and sputter. The stream finally ceased and then she heaped further degradation on me by wiping her pussy clean with my Chanel dress. While I lay coughing and huddled in defeat on the floor, still staring obediently at her pussy she spread the lips of her sex and explained, "Do you see this, you stupid cow? Pleasing this is all you are good for, so from now on, this is as far up as your eyes go! Do you understand?"

"Yes," I muttered.

"Good. Don't you dare move bitch," she said, before she sauntered off.

I snuck a hand up my skirt and massaged myself, while I wallowed in my own desperation. She returned with a towel and the maid's outfit I had tried to get her to wear. 

"Stop playing with your self slut!" she ordered and I hastily removed my hand from my pussy. "Let's get you dried off and changed into some clothes that fit your new station." She stripped me quite proficiently and toweled off the excess moisture, yet I still stunk of urine. Then, she clothed me in the maid uniform, sans panties and bra. The picture was complete; I was officially the victim in one of my stories.

"You were made for me cleaning girl," she said self-confidently even though she was naked, while she inspected me. "I'm not even from Mexico stupid! I just act like that so I can get out of doing things that I don't like to do. I've always hated the little rich high-and-mighty bitches I worked for and you were one of the worst. It has always been a fantasy of mine to put one of you bitches in her place and now I finally have the chance."

"Come on cleaning girl, it is time for you to get to *work*." With that, she struck my thighs with the belt she had removed from my skirt, sending me scurrying into motion. "Finish dusting the floor, cunt," she said, pointing to her discarded dustmop. 


She struck me again with the belt, much harder this time, causing me to scream. "Always curtsey when you are told to do something, cleaning girl."

I tried to rub away the stinging sensation coming from my thighs. I grabbed the hem of my skirt, put one leg behind the other, looked meekly down at her feet, and said, "Yes, Miss," with as much humility as I could muster.

The whip caught me on my bare thigh. "Aiieee!" I screamed. 

"Look at my pussy, not my feet dumb ass!" she demanded, pointing angrily at her exposed pussy.

"Yes, Miss," I curtsied again, this time not taking my eyes off her cunt.

"That's right, talk my pussy that you love to stare at so much! Away, the skirt goes higher and your knees go wider when you bend. Can't you do anything right?"

I knew the way I was being treated should have offended me to such a degree that I should have kicked her out of the house from the word go, but I was held captive by my sick desires. I bent down just as she asked and looked directly at her pussy. "Yes, Miss. I'm sorry Miss." I could feel my juices running down my thighs, as I humiliated myself.

"Much better, slut, get to work."

I curtsied again. "Thank you, Miss." I began to mop the oak floor, while Rosa got a beer out of the fridge, took a swallow and then belched loudly. It was still hot in the house and by now I was coated with sweat. My thirst burned, while Rosa followed behind be drinking her beer and lightly swiping my exposed bottom with the belt, whenever I bent down. Not enough to hurt, but just enough to let me know that she could.

With my feet aching from the heels she had made me wear, and my mouth dry from the hot dry heat, I wondered what had happened to Rosa. Then, I heard the sound of a small brass bell ringing. I followed the sound of it to the living room and saw Rosa sitting naked on the back of my couch, with her feet resting on the cushions.

"Come quicker next time slut! Is the cleaning girl thirsty?" she asked.

"Yes, Miss." This time I remembered to look at her pussy, while I curtsied.

"Yes, Miss, the *cleaning girl* is thirsty," she corrected.

"Yes, Miss, the c-cleaning girl is thirsty." I blushed and curtsied deeply, hoping to avoid the belt.

"Good slut, cause whenever you hear the bell, my pussy is getting ready to make pee-pee. It is time to show her how thankful you are for being allowed to look at her. If you let any go to waste, you may have a hard time explaining to your husband how the couch came to be covered in piss." She sat there on the couch, practically laughing at me. Yes, she had me trapped, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I dared to glance up at her face and noticed her brows were furrowed and her eyes closed. Oh no, she wouldn't! Not yet! I looked back down at her pussy and saw the water beginning to flow. I rushed over to her, my high heels clacking behind me, as a dove into the couch and pressed my mouth against her pussy. No sooner had my mouth made contact, than the water begin to gush. It streamed down my throat, as I attempted to swallow the onrush, as best as I was able.

She was full and I wondered how she was able to hold that much in. Finally, the flow stopped and I collapsed on the couch. I would love to be able to say I collapsed because of my shame, but my body was no longer able to support itself, because I had climaxed while she had pissed.

"Now it is time for you to thank me for the gift, my little cleaning girl," she ordered, from her imperious perch.

"Thank you Miss," I didn't even have the desire to look at Rosa's face. I had found my fantasy lover there beneath the dark matted pubic hair of her sex. I cleaned her pussy lovingly, until I tasted the musky arousal, instead of the salty urine. I licked until I was rewarded with another drink, only this one was much sweeter than the first. I drank every drop and moaned, "Thank you Miss," to her pussy.

The rest of the day was spent in a similar fashion. I cleaned and she corrected with the belt whenever it was necessary. The bell rang many more times that day and towards the end it was very difficult to drink all of her 'gifts'. However, each time Rosa picked a spot to sit or stand above that was over something more expensive or harder to replace than the last. By mid-day she had me trained well enough to service her while she sat above the toilet. We both knew that I could have refused and just let it fall where it was supposed to. Instead, the bell rang and I drank. I think this sign of my submission turned her on; she even let me thank her 'properly' for a very long time on the hard tile bathroom floor.

Next, she had me prepare lunch for us both. She sat at the table, while I kneeled on the floor between her legs, staring at her pussy as I ate my food without the use of my hands. When Rosa was finished, she ordered, "Lick my pussy. I want you to always have your lover's taste on your tongue."

I did as she ordered and was slightly disappointed that she didn't want me to make her cum, but evidently she had been well satisfied by my servicing today. 

While I finished cleaning up the dishes, I heard her calling me, "Come to the living room, cleaning girl!"

As I entered the room, I remembered to show the proper respect and curtsied. However, I was disappointed to find that her pussy was covered by her jeans. My disappointment turned to shock when I glanced over at the pretty legs sticking out from a tight mini-skirt beside her. I glanced up to see my friend and tennis partner Jean laughing at me. I could see why she laughed, after all, there I stood exposing myself and wearing a maid's uniform and curtseying stupidly in my own house.

"Jean, I can explain. It was just a joke. A bet that I lost," I said, floundering for an excuse.

"Shut up, you stupid slut!" Rosa ordered, advancing on me and grabbing my ear. "Didn't I teach you how to show proper respect?" She pulled me to the floor and made me crawl over to my friend, so that my face looked at the crotch of her skirt. 

By now I was crying from the degradation. I could hear Jean laughing, as I sobbed, "I'm sorry Miss."

"She disrespected you, Jean, so if you want to punish the stupid slut, go ahead," Rosa told my friend, handing her the leather belt she carried. "Get back up and touch your toes slut, it is time for your punishment."

I thought Jean was my friend, but she took even more delight than Rosa had at my predicament. She whipped my ass and thighs with the lash until I begged her to stop. Then, she took particular delight in probing and teasing my ass and pussy. Any attempts I made to withdraw or advance was met with more lashings. As I stood there, passively accepting Jean's finger dryly fucking my ass, with tears flowing down my cheeks, I listened to Jean and Rosa discussing me an old boat that had been fixed up.

"I can't believe this is Jenny. She used to be so haughty and demanding. I must say Rosa, you've really done wonders with her. Did you say this all happened today?"

"Oh yes, I only found out yesterday that she fantasized about being dominated and humiliated by women. Everything you see has been done in one day. The best part is; she loves it. Go on stupid, show your friend how much you love her pussy."

I snuck my head under Jean's skirt, while she giggled at me, then I pulled her panties down to her feet, using my teeth. I knew I would surely be punished for anything less. Then I kissed her on the lips and wondered if this would be how I kissed someone on the lips from now on. Then I began to pleasure my best friend in earnest, dancing my tongue along the folds of her sex and sucking the juices from her cunt. After several minutes she fell to the floor and spread her legs widely. While I worshiped her altar she called me names like cunt licker, douche bag, and her little queer. Her swearing only served to prod me to lick faster. I attacked her clit ruthlessly with my tongue, until she gushed in orgasm. Afterwards, she ordered, "Lick my ass slut!" 


I couldn't believe the nerve of my friend. She wasn't just following Rosa's lead anymore; she was actively seeking my humiliation. "Jean, please don't," I sobbed.

My resistance was quickly crushed by Rosa who slapped my face and grabbed my by the ear again. Jean rolled over and teased me by wiggling her ass in my face. Rosa pushed my face in front of her bottom and berated me. "You have made your Mistress very angry! It is time for you to beg for your Mistress's forgiveness. Kiss your lover and tell her the slut is sorry."

I kissed Jean on her ass cheek, "The slut is sorry Mistress," I sobbed.

"Kiss Miss Jean on the mouth, dummy!"

Realization suddenly hit me in the pit of my stomach. Rosa was training me to view the opening of her ass or pussy as I would a mouth. I could feel my sex gushing down my legs at this new humiliation. "The slut is sorry Mistress." This time I kissed her on her dark crinkled opening, causing Jean to moan with desire. 

"That's good," Rosa cooed. "Now kiss her again, like you mean it."

I forgot about the musty smell and just imagined that it was the ruby red lips of my friend. I closed my eyes and inserted my tongue between her lips. Her lips pulled at my tongue, while I made love to her mouth. Rosa, however, wouldn't let me forget what I was doing, not even for a minute.

"Deeper, my little ass-licker," she whispered. "Work that tongue in there. Come on, open you mouth wide, so you can really get in there." She grabbed the back of my head and forced my face further in my friend's ass, rocking my head from side to side. "Open you eyes, so that you can look at your new lover. Ha ha, see? Now, you are a real *cleaning girl*." My subjugation was made worse by the fact that Rosa was right next to my face, enjoying every moment of my depravation, while I worshiped my friend's ass. "That's right, that's a good cleaning girl." 

Jean was humping back against me, while I pleasured her nether passage. "Mmmmm, I need someone like this Rosa, can I have her?" Jean asked.

"Sure, I'll sell her to you, but she isn't cheap." 

"How about five thousand dollars?" 




The Cleaning Girl



"Damn, what an ass," Chris said as the cleaning girl walked by. He was leaning over looking around the assembly line as she twisted her fine ass on by. I had noticed her. I mean goddamn, who couldn't notice her. She was about 5' 6'' tall, dark hair and dark skin. Her tits looked to be about 34c's, nice and jiggly, but it was her ass that made all the guys look twice. 

I looked at Chris and said, "Damn, dude, is that all you think about?" 

Chris laughed and said, "No, I think about the office girls, too." 

Chris and myself had been working together for about six months at a new auto assembly plant, and Chris was always looking at the ladies. He was married, but never missed an opportunity to check out a nice piece of ass. 

I on the other hand, never let on that I noticed other women, but I definitely did. I have been married for twenty years and have never cheated on my wife. The cleaning girl had caught my eye before many times, and I have thought how nice it would be to get my hands on that fine ass of hers. 

My name is Joe and I have always had an eye for her type of woman...kinda wild with a bit of a slutty side. My wife used to be kind of like that, but time had changed her. She was really not into sex much anymore, and when we did do it, it was very boring. She never seems interested. I have a very high sex drive, so I find my ways to get off...and I have blew my load many times thinking about what it would be like to fuck the cleaning girl. 

"I wonder what her damn name is?" asked Chris.

"I don't know," I replied. "Are you interested?"

"If I was a single man I sure would be," said Chris. 

"Get back to work and quit dreaming," I laughed. 

Chris just laughed, too, and went on about his work. I went back about my job also, but couldn't stop thinking about the cleaning girl. She looked damn fine in those warm up pants today. She usually wore tight jeans, but today she had on warm up pants, and they were a little looser, but still damn fine. She would walk by our work area on her way to clean the restrooms in the back of the plant. She always had those earphones in listening to music on her ipod, pushing her cleaning cart. She couldn't have been over 25, and no one seemed to know her name. 

While she was cleaning the restrooms, she would always prop open the door to let everyone know she was in there, so no one would walk in and fall if the floor was wet from mopping, or whatever the case may be. Some of the guys would complain about how long it took her to clean. They would say she was just in there goofing off, or listening to music on her ipod. 

If things were a little slow, and I had time, I would always walk over that way to see if I could catch a better glimpse of her through the door. There were vending machines by the restrooms and a water fountain, so I would act like I was looking for something to eat, or getting water. 

This particular day, I had plenty of time. The line was down for maintenance, so I made my way over to the vending machines and started trying to get a look in the partially open men's room door. I tried every angle but because of the partition wall, I couldn't see anything, so I moved a little closer to the door. I thought to myself, what if I just walked in and peeked around the partition wall. Maybe I could get a better look. I turned and looked around the area. No one was around at the moment. I could just slip in, get a quick look, and slip back out. 

I moved towards the door and opened it slowly, letting it close back against the cleaning cart that held it partially open and peeked around the partition wall. 

What I saw then instantly made my dick stir in my pants. The cleaning girl was bent over with one hand on her knee to help support herself, cleaning the side of the sink. She was wiping it with a rag, and as she cleaned it, her ass was moving in slow circles, back and forth. 

My eyes were focused on her ass as my dick started to grow. She had her earphones in and had no idea that I was behind her. I moved all the way around the partition wall to get a better look. My dick was bulging in my pants at the site of her fine ass moving back and forth. 

Then, she stopped rubbing the sink and stood straight up, threw her arms out and said, "Low, low, low, low," as she moved her whole body down. She was listening to music and was really into it. When she moved down she shook her ass a little and then went back to rubbing the sink. 

I noticed that she was over just far enough to the left of the sink where she couldn't see me in the mirror, so I moved a little closer. As she bent over, I could see a sliver of her black thong peeking out from her gray warm up pants. My dick was throbbing by now. She had no idea that I was even there. I moved closer till I was right behind her. She was still listening to her ipod and swaying a little from side to side as she cleaned. I moved my hand outward toward her ass. I stopped just for a split second and thought to myself, "I am a married man. What am I doing?" Then the bulge in my pants took over and made me forget all about my wife. I moved my hand forward again and placed it on her right hip. 

She stopped moving and just stood there. I slowly moved my hand down to her right ass cheek and squeezed it gently. She still just stood there, never looking back, never turning around. She raised up just a little and one of the earphones fell out of her right ear. I placed my other hand on her left ass cheek, and still the same response from her. Nothing. She looked straight ahead, never looking back. 

I moved in closer to her rubbing my still restrained hard cock against her ass. 

Then she spoke. Without looking back she said, "What in the hell do you think you are doing?"

I didn't reply. I just stood there moving my rock hard dick all over her ass while holding her hips.

Again she asked, "What the hell are you doing?"

Again I did not reply. I just kept feeling her up and grinding into her fine ass. I could tell she was starting to meet my cock as I pressed it into the back of her ass, very slightly at first, then more noticeable. I moved my hand down and it found it's way into her pants. They were loose and easy to manage. I moved down more till I found my way underneath the front of her thong, which was already wet. 

She spoke again, "Oh My God," she said. "Oh My Fucking God!" Her voice was deeper. She was starting to get into it.

My fingers found their way to her clit, and after a few strokes I slid a finger into her soaking wet pussy, and then back up to her clit again. Her hips were really moving now. She was grinding her ass all over my cock.

Again she spoke, "Holy Shit! Fuck Yeah!" Her voice was even deeper than before. I could tell she was about to cum. I concentrated on her clit. My fingers were moving faster and faster...and then it happened. 

She came hard and long and speaking again, "Oh God! Oh God Yeah! Oh My Fucking God I'm Cumming!"

My dick was so hard. I pulled down her warm up pants, and then her thong. I dropped my pants and my dick sprung up and slapped her on the ass. I took my cock in my hand and slapped her on the ass with it a few times. 

She said, "Don't fucking tease me, put it in!"

I rubbed it on her ass a few more times, then moved it to her cunt lips, but never putting it in. 

She was moving her ass all around trying to meet the head of my dick, but never finding it. 

In a rough voice she said, "Quit teasing me goddammit, put it in!"

I moved my rock hard cock up to meet her cunt lips again. Then, in one hard thrust, I drove it in her soaking wet pussy. 

Her head flew backwards as her back arched, and after a few thrust, I was pounding that pussy with all I had. I reached up and grabbed a handfull of her hair with my left hand, and put my right hand under her shirt. I made my way to her bra and pulled it up, letting her tits fall free. I cupped her right tit in my right hand and started playing with her nipple while pulling her hair. 

She started speaking again, "Oh Holy God! Fuck the Shit Out of Me! Oh God! Oh God Yeah! Oh My Fucking God!" 

She was about to cum again and I was thinking, "Damn, I hope no one can hear her." It's loud in the plant, but she is getting pretty damn loud in here, but there was no way in hell that I was stopping. I was pumping her pussy harder than ever now, and pulling back on her hair...and then it happened again.

She came, even harder than before. "Oh Goddamn," she said in a very rough, almost evil voice. "Fuck Me You Goddamn Bastard! Fuck the Goddamn Shit out of Me!"

Her little dirty mouth was about to make me loose my load, so I slowed down a little, pumping her pussy slower. She could tell I was close and said, "Don't you dare cum inside me you bastard. Don't even think about it. I am not on birth control."

Still pumping her slowly, I leaned over and spoke my first words. "You fucking little slut. You are in a bathroom fucking a man that you don't even know, and you are loving the hell out of it, aren't you?"

She didn't say a word. Just silence. I continued slowly moving my dick in and out of her pussy. 

I asked her again, "You are loving this aren't you? You are a little fucking whore, aren't you?"

This time she answered, "Hell Yeah!"

I put my mouth right up against her ear and said, "Hell Yeah, what?"

In her deep voice she answered, "Hell Yeah, I am a little fucking whore! Now fuck me harder goddammit!"

I picked up the pace again. Her ass was jiggling and shaking as I pounded that shit. I knew I wouldn't be able to last much longer. I reached under her shirt and grabbed her swaying tits once again. I moved my fingers around her nipples and I could tell she really liked that. She began to speak again, "Oh Holy Fuck! Oh My Fucking God!"

I leaned down close to her ear again. In a very stern voice I said, "Make me cum, Bitch!"

She said, "Hell Yeah! Do It! Anywhere but my pussy. Now fuck me hard, I'm close!" 

I pulled my dick out of her pussy and teased her cunt lips.

She said in a very confused voice, "What the hell are you doing? I am close. Fuck me goddammit!"

I leaned over again and said, "If I put my dick back in your pussy, I ain't taking it out again till after I cum!"

"Put it back in you mother fucker! I want it! Give it to me! Make me cum!" 

"Are you sure?" I asked.

"Just put it back in," she said in a lustful voice. "Just do it!" 

She was moving her ass back and forth. She wanted it. She needed to cum again, and she was too far over the edge to care.

I put my dick back in her soaking wet pussy. She let out a little moan and quivered. Then, she started moving her ass back and forth on my rock hard cock. I squeezed her hips and we got into a good rhythm. 

She started with her dirty little mouth again, "Oh My Fucking God! Oh Goddamn! Holy Shit!"

I knew she was close and I was too. I said to her again, "Make me cum, Bitch!"

She said, "Hell Yeah! Cum goddammit! Cum!"

"Tell me, Bitch," I said. "Tell me where to cum!"

"Cum inside me, you bastard," she said breathlessly. "Cum all in my fucking wet pussy!"

When she said that, I couldn't hold back anymore. 

"Oh Goddamn," I said. "Oh Goddamn! Look at that fuckin' ass shake!"

"Pound me," she cried. "Pound my pussy! Fuck Yeah! I'm cumming! I'm cumming goddammit!" 

When she said that, I shot my load like a cannon. An explosion of cum all inside her wet, tight little pussy. 

I was pressing my cock and balls as close as I could get to her, and she was pushing back on me as hard as she could. Then, she collapsed onto the counter beside the sink. 

I just stood there behind her looking down at her fine ass for what seemed like thirty minutes, but in reality it was only a few seconds. She looked so damn hot laying there face down with that ass up like that. 

Then I heard voices outside. I thought, "Shit!" I had better get the hell out of here before I get caught. 

I pulled my dick out of her pussy and cum started dripping out and running down her leg. I pulled my pants up and started to leave. She never moved. She had cum three times, and just laid there breathing heavily. 

What seemed like a very long fuck probably only lasted about fifteen minutes. As I went around the partition wall to leave the restroom, I looked back at her still laying there with her gray warm up pants and her black thong pulled down to the floor...and her tits hanging out from under her shirt. I thought to myself, she still has no clue who was fucking her. What a fuckin' slut...definitely my kind of girl! 



The Cleaning Girl



There are many advantages to being a homeowner. But, It's a lot harder to keep a house clean than a rental apartment. We bought our house a couple of years ago and although money has been tight, we have a crew come once every three or four weeks to clean. I tried doing it on my own, almost every day for a year, but I just need help sometimes, and it's worth every penny. When we started having the crew come, I never would have imagined that one day I'd do what I did with the head girl, Tonya and her friend, Alex. 

Tonya is a 28-year-old pretty, busty, black girl with long, wavy hair that she usually keeps tied up. She's attractive even in the sweats and sneakers she wears while working. When she first started working for me, she'd come in with her mom and two or three other girls to help. It was amazing, with all five of them, the house would be spotless in an hour. They worked quickly and did a much more efficient job than I ever could! 

About five months after they'd been coming to clean, Tonya's mom stopped coming along. She'd let Tonya take over the business so she could ease into retirement. I really liked Tonya. In the one hour she was here she was pleasant, thorough and we'd often joke and share stories, and, I loved living vicariously through her single status life. We grew closer over the next few months and we often confided in each other. I didn't even realize that I was so attracted to her until, one day, after cleaning and story swapping; she suggested that we hang out one night and drink some wine. Without hesitation, I said "sure!" But then I wondered to myself "did she just hit on me?" I didn't think too much more about it and invited her to come hang out with me that coming Thursday night, when I knew my husband would be working late and the kids would be asleep.

That Thursday night came, and Tonya showed up right on time, at the door with a bottle of red wine in her hand and a smile on her face. She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and a white tank top that revealed a tattoo on her upper, left breast. On her feet were open toe sandals and her hair was down and blown out. As I let her in the door I noticed she smelled really nice. And I blushed as I told her so. 

Tonya smiled and said: "Oh, I just showered. I wanted to be nice and fresh for you." Immediately at that point, I realized she was flirting with me and although it was somewhat unexpected, I loved that. I was wearing a brown cotton, sleeveless, deep V-neck dress and was barefoot. My hair was down but still a little damp from the shower I had just taken. 

"You smell really nice, too." She said and I thanked her and took her by the hand into the kitchen. I also thanked her for the wine and asked if we should order some Italian food to eat with it. "Sure, that sounds great" she replied and remarked "I'm starving"! I take the wine and two glasses out from the cabinet and grab the bottle opener from the drawer and ask her to get us started while I find the menu. She smiled broadly and said, "I'll be happy to take care of that if you order me some Chicken Parmesan, please". I smile and say: that sounds really good, maybe I'll get some salad and pasta to go along with it". She winked and said "Yum". 

We each had two glasses of wine and some very interesting conversation before the food arrived. She told me that she's bisexual and I told her that I related. I confided that I'd always been attracted to people that are self confident and sexy, no matter their gender. Then, she came right out and told me she's attracted to me! I almost fell out of my chair- in shock because I hadn't felt sexy in a long time. Luckily, there was a knock at the door to distract me and I grabbed my wallet to pay for the delivery and quickly went to the door. 

Now, the delivery guy has always had a crush on me. Again, I wasn't sure why but I always noticed him flirting every time we ordered pizza. I never acted on it because my husband was always home when we ordered. It crossed my mind to invite him in but I really wanted to get back to my spicy conversation with Tonya. I paid the delivery guy and he said "Thank you, Miss. I hope to see you again soon". I thought: hmm, maybe one day..." and took the bag of food over to the kitchen table where Tonya was opening the second bottle of wine I put out. 

I took the food out of the bag, grabbed some plates and utensils and took a big sip of wine. And when I turned around to face Tonya, she stood up and kissed me on the mouth. Our lips parted and she pulled me in closer to her. I slid my tongue into her mouth and I felt her two tongue rings. I always knew she had piercings and our next conversation would tell me just how many she had and where she had them. 

We disengaged and sat down, each smiling and I was parched. I said, "I need some water. Can I get you some too?" "Yes, please" She remarked and added, "I'm going to get started on this food, I'm hungry". "Please help yourself," I said; and she replied: "don't worry, I will!"

We ate quickly and chatted some more. I found out how many tattoos she had and where she had them. I especially loved the tiger above her left hip. She also told me her tongue rings were great for eating pussy. I blushed and said, "I hope to find out some time". 

Tonya looked me in the eyes and said, "I think you will find out, and I think you'll love it". 

Just as we were finished eating and the atmosphere was seemingly closing in on the two of us, we hear the buzz of the garage door opening. Our evening would have to end. My husband was home. 

Sadly, my husband is not sexually adventurous and he would never understand or participate in a threesome. In the past, he's told me he'd leave me before watching me have sex with anyone else. That used to be okay for me, but now, that mind-set has left me feeling unfulfilled. 

My husband walks in from the garage door entry and says hi to Tonya and me but then complains that he's tired as he starts to unbutton his shirt and walk upstairs. As he walks away, he asks me to fix him some of the Italian Food to eat in the living room while he catches up on TV. 

"Umm, okay." I say and start to make him a plate. I frown. 

Tonya looks at me and says, "how about we do this another time?" I smile and tell her I would like that.

I spend the rest of the night feeling elated by Tonya, and defeated by my husband but not defeated enough to take another shower so I can pleasure myself thinking about her and the delivery guy and me... and I hold the hand held shower device between my loins and slowly raise the water temperature and switch on the massage setting. My husband is oblivious while I orgasm in the bathroom, fantasizing about a continuation of my exciting evening. I cum really hard against the shower wall, as the pulsating, hot water rinses my juices away. I'm satisfied but I can't wait till the next time Tonya comes around. 

Nearly three weeks roll by and Tonya's mom calls me to set up the next cleaning appointment. I schedule the appointment for the late afternoon on the upcoming Tuesday because I have errands to run in the morning and I want the house to be as clean as possible by the time my husband gets home from work. The closest time they have is 3:30pm, which I think is very accommodating. 

Tonya is always punctual and this appointment was no exception. She rings the doorbell at 3:25 and I scramble to answer, as the kids are running around me. I open the front door and notice instead of the usual three girls with her, there are two girls and a guy. 

"This is my friend, Alex." Tonya introduces and explains: one of the girls called out sick today, so Alex is being a good best friend and helping us out today.

I smile and look up his tall frame and say "nice to meet you, Alex". He's slender, but built, and has big hands. And, I imagine he has a big dick to match. He smiles back and heads in with the rest of the crew and they set to work while I try to contain the kids. I think to myself: this would have been a good time to use a babysitter!

Tonya is cleaning the kitchen while I'm straightening up, and getting toys off the floor. She looks at me and says, "You know, you're the last one on our shift. Can me and Alex hang out after we're done?" 

I'm a little taken aback but I think out loud, "My husband has another meeting tonight, if I can get in touch with the sitter, it might work out". 

"Good." She says in agreement. Then adds "When we're done here, we'll drop the girls off and come back if you can get the sitter by then". 

"I'll see what I can do" I say, knowing the sitter is only a few blocks away and will give the kids dinner for me at her house. I call the sitter to confirm and then I confirm with Tonya. 

"Good, we'll be back in a half hour." She says to me, then, leaves with Alex and the girls. 

The front door closes and I scramble to get the kids over to the sitter. I try to remain calm and thank the sitter at her door, while getting the kids inside, for helping out at the last minute while I get some quiet time to myself. No questions asked. Great. I get back to the house with a few minutes to spare so I run up to the bathroom, slip off my jeans and wash my pussy in the bathtub and freshen up as best I can in the little time I have. I jump in a fresh pair of lacy, grey panties, pull my jeans back on and change my top to something clean and comfortable, a classic black tee shirt. 

Just as I finish pulling myself together, I hear a knock at the door. My heart races for a minute then I remind myself that my husband's working late and the kids are at the sitter for another hour and a half. I try my best to calm down but I'm surely flushed when I let Tonya and Alex back in. 

"How about something to drink?" I ask and Alex asks "how bout some vodka?" "Okay," I say "but I don't have a lot of time and I'm not drinking". 

"No problem" Tonya says "but I could use a drink after this long day, and then there's something we should take care of".

"Okay" I say, coyly, and then head over to the liqueur cabinet and retrieve an open bottle of vodka and two highball glasses. Then I head over to the fridge to get some juice and ice cubes. I mix up some drinks for them and hand them to Alex and Tonya. 

They take the drinks and then Alex's phone rings. He says: "excuse me" and goes into the other room to answer it. 

Tonya turns to me, drink in hand and asks me to check out the bedroom with her. I nod and lead her upstairs with me. She assures me, not to worry, Alex will be up soon. We walk through my bedroom door and immediately; we start to make out with each other. As she's kissing me, I stick my right hand in the middle of her pants and then she sits me down on the bed. She puts her drink down and lays me back and then she tells me to unbutton my jeans. I do as she tells me. Then, she pulls my jeans off by tugging at them from my thighs, then ankles. I sit up and reach to take her tee shirt off, and she pulls it off her head. She's wearing a pink, underwire bra and again, she leans me back, and this time, she pulls off my lacy panties. 

"Very nice" she remarks at my completely waxed bikini area.

I scoot back on the bed and then she comes halfway on the bed too, and puts her face between my legs. As she spreads my outer lips with her fingers, Alex walks through the door. I look up to see a huge smile on his face and a stiffening bulge in his b-ball shorts. I signal for him to come to me and he eagerly obliges. As he approaches me, I release his monster cock from his shorts and sit up a bit to put it in my mouth, all while she's going down on me.

Alex's dick is so big, I can barely get much more than it's head in my mouth, so I take it out to stroke and lick along his shaft. As I lick and suck Alex, Tonya is licking and sucking my labia, slowly, encircling closer towards my clit. I gasp for air as she inserts an index finger from each hand into my hot hole simultaneously. Alex reaches his hand in back of my head and helps me take him further in my mouth. He then reaches under my shirt to slip it off over my head and I release his cock from my suction. I let him take off my shirt and then I unfasten my black, satin bra. My large breasts fall out and Alex quickly massages each one gently, intermittently, while I resume licking under his dick and balls. 

I signal to Tonya that I want her to move up, so I can eat her out. Understanding my desire, immediately, she just shrugs and says, "I can't this week" as she looks up from my wet, throbbing snatch. Then without missing a beat, she gets her lovely mouth back to work on my clit and I feel a climax approach. I start to gag on Alex's cock while she makes me quiver and contract all the muscles in my body- simultaneously releasing an orgasm.

Alex smiles, looking down on all this. Then, as Tonya raises her head from my wet cunt, Alex puts his hand behind her head and motions for her to relieve me from blowing his massive unit. She obliges and scoots up so we're both head to head at his cock and we start sucking him simultaneously. 

Tonya grabs Alex's left hand and guides his long fingers into my pussy as I lay on my back, spread eagle. He fingers me hard, as Tonya's taking her turn sucking him and then I feel my eyes and head roll back as I'm nearly ready to cum again. 

Alex says "I want to fuck you so bad". But I tell him I can't. Instead, I get my hand around his shaft while Tonya's hand cups his sack and we jerk him off till his creamy, white cum shoots all inside my mouth in several spurts and drips down my chin while I await one more satisfying climax myself.

"Oh fuck!" I yell as Tonya finishes masturbating me with her tongue, and I cum inside her mouth. She laps it up and my lower half shakes as those kinky piercings hit my sensitive, sex. 

We all look at each other and smile.

I glance over at the clock, which now says 6:26 and state: "Oh, fuck. The kids will be back soon". 

Tonya looks at me, smiles and assures me not to worry; they have to get going too. In a flash, Alex's dressed again and he quietly heads down stairs. 

Tonya slips her top back on as I refasten my bra and pull up my panties. She kisses me and says, "I had a good time, thanks for having us. I love you". 

I smile, kiss her back and finish dressing and lead her downstairs. 

I show Tonya and Alex out the front door and thank them for coming. They assure me once again that they had a lot of fun too. Then, they leave. 

Not five minutes after Alex and Tonya are gone, the sitter is back at the door with the kids who are ready to take a bath and get to bed. 

Wow, that was really close! I thought. And it was a special set of circumstances not likely to happen again anytime soon. Still, I love when Tonya comes around to clean. That's my girl.



The Cleaning Girl



Maria, age 24, watched her boyfriend's car take off down the road then turned to look at the Lees' house. It was a relatively large house in the upper-middle class neighborhood it sat in. Maria looked at her bucket of cleaning supplies and sighed. On one hand, the Lees paid her the most in proportion to the time it took to clean their house. On the other, the Lees were an unusual couple.

Karen Lee seemed to be perpetually happy. She was also very touchy-feely. She would always hug Maria and give her kisses on the cheek. Maria wasn't used to that kind of affection from a non-family member that wasn't her boyfriend Brett. 

Her husband Tim wasn't much better. Often when Maria sat down to take a brief break, Tim would sit next to her and smile. He would tell her that she was doing a good job and put his hand on her thigh. That made her uncomfortable. On at least three occasions, she'd been bent down to polish some lower shelf and she'd feel a pinch on her ass. By the time she got up and turned around to see who did it, she'd barely caught Tim going around a corner. Well, two times. The third time it was Karen. Maria came to the conclusion that they conspiring to mess with her head. 

Maria walked up to the door and rang the bell. Karen answered. "Ah! Maria, honey! We've been waiting for you!" Karen put her arms around her and kissed her cheek twice. Maria rolled her eyes. 

"Come in! Come in!" Karen said and led Maria into the house by the small of her back. When they were inside, Karen let her hand slide down Maria's large ass. Maria winced. 

"Well, good luck!" Karen said. "I hope we haven't made too much of a mess since you last came. If you need anything just come find me or Tim!" Karen waved and headed up the stairs. 

Maria got to work and started by polishing the furniture in the living room. On the coffee table, she noticed a pair of fuzzy handcuffs and a coffee table book. The book was open to a black and white photo of a man licking a woman's asshole. Maria sighed and closed the book. She cleared the table and polished it then put everything back the way it was, except she left the book closed. 

Most of her time cleaning was uneventful. Occasionally, she would see Tim or Karen coming and going. They would smile at her and Maria would give a friendly smile back. On the inside, she was just hoping she wouldn't be getting molested again today. 

I wonder if this is worth the money, Maria thought. 

Soon Maria worked her way to the master bedroom. She walked over and took the lamp off of one of the nightstands. As she polished the top of the nightstand, she peered over at the king sized bed. Briefly, she wondered what kind of sex life these two weirdos had. She sighed and put the thought out of her mind. 

In that moment, Maria felt someone behind her. Before she had a chance to turn, she found herself bent over the bed with her face in the sheets. She felt something soft clasp on her wrist. She began to yell and flail her free arm. She tried to get up, but whoever was on her had their whole body weight on her. They grabbed her other arm and forced it behind her back. She felt the clasp over her other wrist. She realized she was handcuffed. 

Her captor bent over her and whispered in her ear. "My brother's a cop. He taught me how to do that. Neat, huh?" Tim said. 

"Ah! Stop it! Let me go!" Maria yelled. 

"Why? I just want to have a little fun with you," Tim said then licked her ear. Maria shuddered. 

Tim let her stand up but kept his arms around her. He started to feel up her tits through her blouse. She tried to pull away but he had a tight grip on her. 

"Help me!" Maria yelled. "Karen! Anyone! Help!" Tim kept nibbling on her ear. 

Karen walked into the room. "Hey, what's all the noise about?" she said. 

Maria pleaded with Karen. "Please, help me! Make him let go!" 

Karen walked up to Maria. "Oh, is my husband being a bit rough with you? I'm sure he doesn't mean to be mean," She put her hand on Maria's cheek. Maria realized that Karen would be of no help. She knew that if she screamed no one else would hear her. She started crying. 

"Please," Maria said, "just let me go. Ple..." She didn't get to finish because Karen pressed her mouth against hers. She could feel Karen's tongue in her mouth. They both pressed closer together to her. Tim's crotch was pressed so hard against her ass, she could feel his hard-on growing. He was sniffing her thick black hair. As Karen began unbuttoning her blouse she moaned futile protests through her kisses. Karen stepped back once all the buttons were undone. 

"Oh, I forgot about the handcuffs!" Karen said. "What shall I do to get this off? Oh, I know!" She went to the nightstand on the other side of the bed and came back with a pair of scissors. Maria froze in fear. "Keep her still, honey," Karen said to Tim. She took the scissors and and cut the short sleeves on Maria's blouse up to the collar. 

As Maria felt the scissors drag against her skin, she started crying. "Stop. Oh god, I'm so scared. Stop. Just let me go."

Karen ignored her. Tim whispered in her ear, "Shh. It's okay. She isn't going to hurt you."

Once Karen had both sleeves cut, Tim lightened his grip just a little. In one movement, Karen pulled off Maria's blouse and held it up. "Ta-da!" 

Maria blushed. She felt the hot tears running down her face. "Oh, we need to get this off too!" Karen said as she tugged at Maria's bra.

"Please don't..." Maria said. 

"Snip! Snip!" Karen said as she cut the straps and pulled it off. She stepped back to admire Maria's body. Her light brown tits were rather big and had dark nipples. Maria squealed as Tim reached up and pinched them. They were already erect. Karen licked her lips as she scanned Maria's exposed body, noting she had a nice belly on her. Maria hung her head, her face burning red from blushing. 

"I'm begging you," Maria said. "Just let me go. I promise I won't tell anyone."

"Oh, are you ashamed?" Karen cooed as she lifted Maria's head by the chin. "You've got a beautiful body! You've even got a cute tummy on you!" Karen pinched some of Maria's belly fat making her squeal some more. 

"Well, let's get those pants off her," Tim said. Karen picked up Maria by the legs and they threw her on the bed. Karen reached down and undid the button on her jeans, but she started kicking at her. Karen stepped back, holding up her hands at shoulder height. Tim dived at Maria's tits and took one of her nipples in his mouth. He bit down on it and pulled it between his teeth. Maria howled in pain. He was pulling so hard, she was afraid it would tear off, but he let it go. 

"That was punishment," Tim said. "Keep kicking at my wife and I'll do worse. Understand?"

Maria resigned herself and nodded. Karen undid Maria's zipper and pulled her jeans and panties off together. Maria winced as Karen ran her hand over the smooth skin just above her slit. 

"Oh," Karen sounded disappointed, "she's shaved."

"All the young ones are shaving," Tim said as he began undressing. "A shame. A nice thick patch down there would really compliment her."

"Oh well," Karen said as she forced Maria's legs apart. "What's between these lovely, fat thighs?" 

Maria closed her eyes and wished that this all would end soon. She bit her bottom lip as she felt Karen spread her pussy lips and stick her middle finger inside her. 

"What's this?" Karen said as she stirred Maria's pussy. She pulled out her finger, which was covered in Maria's juices. "Why, she's soaking wet!"

"After all that fighting?" Tim said as he dropped his pants. "The slutty little tease!"

Maria's eyes shot open and she looked at the Lees. "No! I just..." She stopped when she saw Tim's body. He was well-built, especially for a man in his mid-forties. Well endowed, too. His engorged cock was at least 8 inches and was thick enough to scare her. 

Karen licked the pussy juice off her finger. "Still lying? We should teach you to be more honest with your feelings. Honey?"

Tim nodded and lay down next to Maria. Karen grabbed Maria's leg and flipped her on top of Tim with her ass in the air. Tim smiled at her as her face hovered above his. She shut her eyes. Karen grabbed Tim's hard cock and rubbed Maria's cunt with it. 

Maria started crying again. "No, please. What will Brett think?"

"Brett?" Tim said. "Is that your boyfriend?"

Maria nodded.

"Well, well," Tim said and put his arms around Maria."We'll have to teach you some things you can try with him." Karen positioned his cock and he thrust it into Maria's cunt. She cried out as she felt Tim roughly violating her. To add to her humiliation, he pulled her mouth against his. All she could do was cry through the kisses this man took from her. 

Karen didn't make herself forgotten. "Mmmm. You should see the view from back here," she said to Tim as she licked her lips. "The way this big, fat ass of hers jiggles while you shove that thick, strong cock into her." She grabbed Maria's wobbling ass cheeks and spread them, revealing her clenched asshole. Maria's head shot up as Karen slid her wet tongue across her asshole.

"N-no! Don't lick me there!" In response to her protest, Tim thrust into her even harder. Maria loudly whined. 

"She keeps herself clean back here. What a good girl," Karen said. She stuck her tongue deeper into Maria's asshole, tasting her insides and feeling her sphincter clench around her tongue. 

Maria felt so ashamed. She was being taken by force by this older couple who were taking pleasure in violating her. What was worse, she started believing what they said. She started believing that she really loved what was happening to her. What a shameless slut she felt like, taking pleasure from being raped like this. 

She thought about her boyfriend Brett. She thought about how good he was to her and how she was betraying him. She couldn't help but think how his cock wasn't as big as the one inside her now, nor did he thrust with this kind of ardor. He wasn't the kind who would lick and suck her asshole like Karen was now, either. Oh, Brett, she thought, I'm so sorry!

She started to rationalize. She didn't really like this, she thought. It was just a defense mechanism. Yeah, that's right! She was just telling herself she was getting into this. Just to make it go by faster. Her train of thought was derailed when Karen spoke up. "Well, I think your back door's ready!" 

Maria looked behind her. Karen had thrown off her dress and stood there naked. She had a taut body. Small tits, but perky especially for a woman in her late thirties. Between her long white legs hung a purple strap-on dildo. She waved it at Maria. "Hee hee. I've been wearing this under my dress since you got here. I've been looking forward to this."

She went to the nightstand and took out a tube of lubricant out of the drawer. She dabbed some on Maria's asshole and on the end of the dildo. She teased Maria's winking hole with the dildo's lubed head.

"No, please. Not there," Maria weakly protested.

"Your boyfriend hasn't fucked you back here yet?" Karen said.

"N...no."

"Oh, honey. What are you doing with him? Being fucked in the ass feels amazing! I'll show you!" Karen eased the dildo into Maria's virgin asshole. 

Maria screamed out. It hurt at first. Once Karen began to fuck her with the strap-on, she started moaning. Karen wasn't lying. There was still some discomfort, but a surprisingly pleasant kind. She couldn't take it anymore. Being fucked by this thick cock and having her virgin asshole raped at the same time brought a pleasant burning in her that quickly sparked into a white hot intensity. She screamed out in painful joy as she came. 

When her orgasm subsided she realized her shame was complete. She was being raped in the ass and the cunt at the same time and had came from it. She was nothing but a worthless slut. Her body betrayed her and made her betray her boyfriend. She lay her head on Tim's chest. She wouldn't fight anymore. She'd let these two perverts do what they wanted to her now. It didn't matter anymore.

"I think we broke the poor girl," Karen said.

"Nah, she's being more honest with what her body wants." Tim said as he stroked Maria's hair. "Isn't that right?" Maria nodded.

Tim and Karen picked up the pace thrusting into her. Karen bent over and started kissing her neck.

"Ah! I'm about to cum too." Tim said. As he thrust into her even harder, she realized he had no intention of pulling out. 

"Wait! Are you going to cum inside me? What if I get pregnant?"

"Don't worry," Tim said as he tightened his grip around her, "we'll take care of everything if that happens."

Maria could feel his dick swelling inside of her. "Ah! Shit!" he groaned as he shot a thick load inside of her wet pussy. 

For a moment, they all stopped. Tim lay underneath her breathing heavily and Karen gently pulled the dildo out of her ass. She tossed the strap-on aside and got the key for the handcuffs from the nightstand. She took the handcuffs off Maria's wrist. When Maria realized her hands were free, she rolled off of Tim and stretched her arms in the air. She let them fall to her sides, staring up at ceiling and confused by what she was feeling at that moment. Her ass and pussy burned, but not in an unpleasant way. She wanted to keep laying there just to ride the feeling a little longer, but she decided to sit up. 

She saw Karen hanging off her husband and stroking his still engorged cock. "Honey," she said, "I still need to cum. I'm all hot and bothered from breaking in her big, pretty ass."

The Lees looked at Maria. She knew what Karen wanted. She also knew she couldn't say no. She soon found herself between Karen's long legs. Karen showed her how to eat her pussy, guided her to the spots she loved to be licked the most and showed her how to finger her in the way that most pleased her. Maria had never fantasized about being with a woman before, but she found herself enjoying this. She liked the warm and slightly tart taste of Karen's cunt. She liked the blond patch of hair around it. 

While Maria ate out Karen, Tim fucked her from behind. She was surprised at show much energy he still had. His cock hadn't softened at all. His thrusts made ripples in her fat ass as his hips hit it.

With her pussy still sensitive from the first time, Maria was the first to cum. Karen teased her about how unfair it was she got to cum again so fast, but Maria made up for that. She ravenously went at Karen's pussy. She couldn't help but find the high pitched squeaks that Karen made when she came adorable. Soon after, Tim grunted and shot his second load into Maria's cunt. She didn't even protest this time.

Once they had all been satisfied, they lay with Maria sandwiched in between the Lees. She couldn't believe how tender they were being with her now. They showered her with kisses and gently ran their hands all over her body. She also realized the comments they made about her body weren't to insult her. Her parents and even her boyfriend were always trying to encourage her to lose weight. Not these two. They absolutely loved her body. They called her a Willendorf Venus, they playfully pinched her belly and ass, they kept saying how soft and cuddly she was. 

Maria looked at the clock on one of the nightstands. "Hey, uh. My boyfriend's going to be here to pick me up soon."

"Oh. Do you have to leave?" Karen said.

"It's okay," Tim said, "You'll be back again next week won't you? You can come by sooner if you want."

Maria nodded. "Um. You kind of ruined my blouse," she giggled. "Got anything I can wear home?"

***

Maria stood outside with her bucket and cleaning supplies and saw her boyfriend's car coming up the road. The Lees had given her a pink tank top of Karen's that was too small for her. She was a little embarrassed at how tight it was, how much it showed off. 

It didn't matter much, she supposed. She'd tell Brett that she had just spilled some cleaning fluid on her blouse and this was all they had for her. As she reflected on the day's events, she felt herself getting wet again. She wondered if Brett would be up for it when they got to her apartment. For a moment, she wondered if he'd even be able to satisfy her. He was a good boy, but he was never that great a lay. She decided it didn't matter. If he couldn't do it for her anymore, she knew exactly where to go to find people who knew what she needed.



The Cleaning Girl



"I was thinking about much more," Rosa answered, as if I wasn't even there.

"Twenty?"

"Eighty thousand. Come here slut," Rosa commanded. The Mexican girl pulled my face out from between the cheeks of Jean's bottom. 

I sat staring at Rosa's matted sex, while Jean moaned at the loss of my tongue. I looked up briefly. Oh God no! Rosa was holding the dreaded bell. Not here, I begged with my eyes! However, Rosa stood there grinning evilly and rang the bell. 

Defeated and crying, I crawled between her legs and closed my mouth over her pee hole. 

"See, she's fully house-broken," Rosa bragged, while she pissed in my mouth. 

"Oh my word!" Jean gasped. I closed my eyes, so that I wouldn't have to see the look in her eyes. When Rosa was empty, I hung my head down in shame.

"Besides, maybe you can split the cost of her between you and a friend or two," Rosa explained.

Jean didn't need anymore convincing. "Done!" she replied. I couldn't believe it, I had just been sold. I wanted to scream at them that Rosa couldn't sell me, because she didn't own me. Instead, I knelt there meekly as a collar was put around my neck and then a leash. Rosa handed Jean the bell and then I was led away from my house and my old safe and secure life, to my new life as a 'cleaning girl'; the hidden fantasies on my computer now forgotten.

The End

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The Cleaning Lady



I wanted to get to the house but it was Friday and I also didn't want to worry about leftover work. 

As I filled in all the blanks on the forms that I was working on I noticed that the cleaning lady had arrived. Had I been here that long? Oh well better than facing this mound of paperwork come Monday.

I continued on and after awhile was left with waiting for the computer to send everything to the main printer. 

While waiting I went online to my favorite story site, Literotica.com, and perused the stories. I got up and went to the bathroom and as I returned I saw Brenda, the cleaning lady in my office dusting the desk.

My heart jumped into my throat. My screen saver should have kicked in and covered up my reading material. I settled down and entered my office.

"Good evening Mr. Phelps" Brenda said to me as I entered. "Good evening Brenda. How are you this evening?" I responded as I rounded my desk. The story I was reading on a girls first experience with anal sex was still on the screen. I looked at her and she looked quickly back at the shelves she had moved to dust.

Knowing that the screen saver should have been on and the way that Brenda was watching me when I got behind the desk I was sure she had been looking at the story.

I thought Oh well what's she going to do tell someone. I watched her as she dusted the shelves and then went into the adjoining conference area from my office. 

Brenda was in her late 40's and not unattractive. She could probably fix up real nice given the opportunity. She was only 5' if that and she was plump but curvy and very top heavy.

Suddenly my mind was undressing her and I felt my dick start to strain against my pants. I began to fantasize about her kneeling before me naked accepting my cock into her mouth and the eventual eruption covering her face and mouth with my cum.

I looked down to see my pants tented in front of me.

Suddenly her voice came from the conference room "Mr. Phelps. Mr. Phelps would you mind giving me a hand with this." She stood next to a chair and I couldn't imagine what help she needed.

I walked toward the double doors and remembered my erection. Well to late now I'm almost into the room. I try to walk behind the other chairs as I approach her.

She says " Mr. Phelps if you don't mind I need to reach these lights above the table. They are in dire need of cleaning but I'm afraid the chairs are a little to wobbly to get up on."

I reach for the chair pulling the back towards my crotch. She puts a foot into the seat and hiking her skirt puts her other foot onto the table. She stretches and stands up on the table and then turns toward me. "Thank you Mr. Phelps you can go back to your story until I'm through and then help me down if you don't mind."

I am taken aback by the manner in which she says this and I just stare at her. 

"Its Ok Mr. Phelps I know you like to read those stories. I've read some myself, your secrets safe with me."

I turn to go not knowing what else to do and as I enter my office she says. "And by the way Mr. Phelps that's a nice package your sporting. That story must get better as it goes on."

I turn and look at Brenda and suddenly I want to fuck her more than I've ever wanted another woman before.

I walk back toward her and sit down in the chair she just used to mount the table. I slouch down into it and looking up at her say "Now how do you know that my reaction is not from being near you."

She turns on the table to face me and placing her hands on her ample hips says "Well if that's from being near me how will it get when its in me."

I'm in disbelief. How can something change so fast. My mind is racing. Just 10 minutes ago I was finishing up work and headed home and now I'm sitting in a chair looking up at the cleaning lady with my cock about to burst out of its confines and she's telling me she wants it.

She slowly sinks onto the table and laying on her belly motions me to stand and approach her.

I unzip my pants and as I take the two steps to near her she reaches and grasps my cock through my boxers.

"My my what have we here is this something that needs cleaning."

I am sucked into this spiral. "Yes Brenda I think there might be a mess on the way. Do you think you can clean it up for me?"

She smiles and lowering her face to my crotch pulls my cock through the fly and swallows half my meat. She moans her pleasure as I do mine. She slowly strokes the underside of my balls as she strokes and sucks my dick in and out of her mouth.

I am lost in my lust and reach for her head. I force her deeper onto my throbbing organ. She accepts the whole thing and lustfully tugs at my balls.

"Oh God, Here it comes. AHHhh ohhhhhhh......"

I empty my seed into her waiting mouth. Loads of cum roll out of my cock smashing into the back of her throat. She sucks harder milking every drop into her mouth.

I pull away and as I relax back into my chair she wipes her lips of the last remnants of my cum and smiles.

She stands without saying a word. She undoes her blouse and skirt. She stands before me a vision. Plump rolls of flesh peek around the bindings of her bra and panties. The dark outline of a forest of hair stains the vee of her crotch. 

She reaches behind and undoes the clasp of her bra and frees her pendulous breasts. They sag and sway, large orbs with hardened large brown nipples.

She caresses them and they respond, puckering and darkening in color. My crotch stirs.

She moves her hands across her belly and under her panties. She hooks her thumbs into the sides and looking me in the eye bends and sheds the garment. 

As she steps from them a vision lost appears. As if a Ruben-esque painting has come to life. I stare, now fully erect.

She stands with legs parted and the faintest hint of her cunt peers through the mat of hair between her legs.

I feel a need to be there. I rise and approach her. She steps to the edge of the table and I am face to face with her cunt.

I lean forward and extend my tongue into her. She pushes her hips forward and down onto my face and I am greeted by her ample cunt. 

I eat and suck on her meaty lips and probe her endless folds with my tongue. She places her hands atop my head and moans deeply.

I reach around and cradle the orbs of her ass in my hands. I spread them and search deep between them for her asshole. Rewarded I push my finger against the hairy opening and it passes into her hole.

She squirms with delight. My face and neck now dripping with cunt juice I search out her clit.

My chin now covered with her folds my mouth finds it and sucks the thumb like organ. She cums hard against my face. Thrusting and spreading her cunt across my face.

I bury my finger deeper into her asshole and suck harder on her clit. She screams and collapses. 

I help her down to her knees still fingering her ass.

Face to face now we kiss. Our tongues dance around each other's mouth searching for a taste of all the sex we are enjoying.

Looking into each other's eyes we know we must go further into our lust for satisfaction.

To Be Continued...



The Cleaning Lady



AUTHOR'S NOTE: The concept of a sexual partner who would do 'ANYTHING' for you, is probably one of the greatest fantasies cum true. It is like someone giving you a blank cheque and allowing you to fill in any amount you desire. That is where this story was going but for those of you who just want to skip to the 'good bits' go to THE ADULT STORE and watch how Lana totally loses her inhibitions and becomes a slut to be used and abused. 

Lana was sexy as hell! Her beautiful body all curves...inviting, sensual mouth with lips that worked like an advertisement for guaranteed unspoken pleasures. But, could she clean? Dale decided that he would have fun finding out. He planned to keep a very close eye...or two on her every move...at least till he was sure she was up to the task.

Dale was on edge for the next three days while he waited with growing excitement to see her again. He was amazed how just talking to her for a short time had affected him so strongly. She would be arriving at his house in the next half hour and he had assured her that he would be there to let her in for the first time. That didn't leave him much time to get home from work before her.

She was there, waiting at his door when he turned into his driveway. Her hair was neatly swept back into a ponytail and that was all he noticed before his eyes became glued to her tight jeans...He mentally slapped himself to focus on finding the right key for the front door. Something in the breathy "Hi" of her greeting took his breath away and made his knees feel weak. Somehow he fumbled his way through opening the door and inviting her inside. His mind worked hard to remember the code for his security alarm. 

Lana had a notepad and pen to take down notes as he showed her around the house. Occasionally Dale felt as if her eyes were on his ass when she followed him down the hall or up the stairs. The thought of it turned him on in a big way. Finally the tour was over and they were back downstairs in his kitchen. He offered her a cup of coffee, which she accepted and then she excused herself to use the bathroom while he boiled the jug. Feeling curious, Dale snuck a peek at her notes and nearly fell over when he saw what she had written under the heading "MATERIALS NEEDED":

1) Nipple Clamps
2) Cock ring
3) Rope
4) Lube
5) Hand cuffs
6) Flogger
7) Blindfold
8) Spreader bar

This was NOT what he had expected to see and he was both confused and also very aroused. He heard her footsteps coming back up the hall and decided to act as though nothing had happened. With shaking hands he poured two cups of coffee and placed them on a tray with the milk and sugar. She must have noticed how unsteady his hands were because she offered to carry the tray to the table. He stepped back and gladly accepted her offer.

He steered the conversation to a safe topic by asking her where she lived and what sort of transport she was using. She told him her car had been stolen and never found as she was currently renting a place in a bad neighborhood until she could afford something better. Dale was instantly hit with the idea of asking her to move into his house but wondered if that would be asking for trouble. He had not even known her for a week and still had no idea if she even knew how to turn a vacuum cleaner on.

Still, he offered her the use of his spare room which was quite big, overlooking the pool, easily accessed by simply opening the glass sliding door of the bedroom. The room also had an adjoining bathroom and large built in wardrobe. He could see her mind working in overdrive as she thought about his offer. There were many expressions flickering over her face and her body was tensing as she clearly battled with the same sort of doubts he was feeling at the suddenness of it all.

He knew her decision the second her eyes fixed his with the determination of someone who was about to jump into murky waters. He was stunned by the light that came into her green eyes...hope began to creep into her slowly as her shoulders straightened and her body lengthened. What seemed unbelievable to him was the fact that she had suddenly become even more attractive than she had been ten minutes ago.

Her tongue came out to wet her lovely lips and she smiled as she huskily said "Ok".

To save her a long and tiring journey on the bus, Dale drove her home and they chatted like old friends about everything and nothing. He loved the sound of her voice and as he listened to her he found himself thinking of her 'notes' earlier...fuck it made him horny! He was sure she would be fun to be around and could tell from what she said that she was fairly adventurous. He enjoyed the view of her ass one more time as she got out of his car before she turned and waved goodbye with a big smile on her face. He knew at that moment that he was in BIG TROUBLE! 

ONE WEEK LATER

Dale woke up suddenly and looked sleepily at the clock beside his bed. It was just after midnight! He wondered what had woken him at this hour so he walked downstairs to make sure Lana was ok. It had been several days now and she seemed no trouble at all. She was neat and to his extreme relief, knew how to clean...and cook, so it seemed. In fact, he was really rather glad for her company in the evenings when he came home from work. So far their relationship had been professional and relaxed with a hint of something...he couldn't quite put his finger on...yet....

However, all that was about to change. For as Dale looked out of his living room window, into the moonlit night, a vision of breathtaking beauty was emerging from out of his swimming pool. Lana, completely naked, basked in the glow from the full moon, was getting out of the pool, oblivious to his presence at the window. She was absolutely stunning and Dale had to fight with himself to stay still and just look. Lana picked her towel up off the deck chair and patted her face dry. Then she suddenly looked up and right at him. Damn! She must have felt his eyes burning into her through the window.

Realizing he had been caught out, he couldn't just run away now, so he slowly made his way to her bedroom door. Once there, he tapped quietly at her door, hoping he had given her enough time to cover up. His heart caught in his throat as she opened the door still stark naked! She just stood there with a questioning look on her face...her hair still wet, with little droplets dripping down onto her tits and running down to her succulent erect nipples. He was absolutely mesmerized.

He had planned to ask her if she was ok and explain why he came downstairs....but no words could come out of his mouth and he stood frozen to the spot. As if sensing his state of mind and body, Lana reached out and ran one finger from his collar bone down to his hard chest. He wondered if she could hear his heart going crazy as it thumped under her touch. She looked into his eyes with a mixture of wonder and fear...

He lifted his hand and placed it over hers on his chest, then walked towards her, forcing her back against the bed. She looked frightened when her legs could go no further and she reached out her other hand to steady herself on his shoulder. She gasped as they both fell down upon the bed. He remembered her notes from that first day and felt the sudden need to dominate her.

Dale gazed into her slightly dazed eyes until she relaxed slightly and then smiled at him. This was his undoing and he could resist kissing her no longer. It was pure heaven...the way she responded to him....her lips soft and eager, matching his and her hips arching up to meet his. He groaned and turned the heat up by grabbing a fist full of her wet hair. She instinctively reached down to feel his rock hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxers. This was pure delight for him and the look on her face was one of amazement for she had made him grow quite large...

"What are you going to do now?" Dale asked in a low gravelly voice.

"Anything you want," came her quiet reply.

Dale ground his cock against her, pinning her hand between it and her hot, wet pussy. He wanted her with an urgency that was quite unlike his usual style. It was almost as though he was worried that it was all a dream and he might soon wake up. He moved back from her and she wrapped her surprisingly strong hand around his cock and pulled him back towards her. This surprised and delighted him. He stopped kissing her for a second to smile as he looked down on her. She was just beautiful...and he was about to drool on her.

She had said she would do "ANYTHING" and the thought of this inspired him...captivated his imagination...made him want to test her...see if she had spoken the truth. Dale wanted her with urgency and passion, but he did not want this to be over before it had even begun. He had always believed that great sex began and ended with the mind...so instead of taking her here and now, he would play with her...explore her mind in ways he had never taken the time to do with a woman before.

He pulled her arms up above her head and held them down by her wrists. She was pinned to the bed and he could see her breathing become quicker, could feel her pulse against the palms of his hands. She was helpless against his strength and he could feel the adrenaline rushing through him. He asked her again what she was going to do now, and again she replied: "Anything." This time he pulled right back from her and sat on the edge of the bed. He felt like asking her to suck his cock...or let him cum on her gorgeous tits...or to open up her ass for him to see how much of him she could take there...but instead he surprised her and said:

"I want you to come shopping with me tomorrow."

She gazed up at him...blinked a few times...then smiled and nodded her head. 

"Ok," she said, "You got it."

Dale smiled back at her, bent to kiss her lips slowly once more, and then he used the last of his restraint to get to his feet and walk to the door. There he paused to wish her a good night, then exit her room and shut the door behind him. Only once he was far from her and back in his own room, did he remind himself to start breathing again. 

Breakfast time, which ordinarily had been a fairly fast-paced affair, now seemed to move in slow-motion...movements she made now seemed to turn him on all the more. Just the simple act of Lana reaching for dishes had him so on edge that when they sat opposite one another at the table, he had a hard time eating. He marveled at the way she ate and the way her mouth moved when she chewed her food. Her sexy eyes over the rim of her cup as she drank had his cock standing up straight under the table. The biggest turn-on of all was that she seemed to know how she was affecting him.

When they both got up from the table at the same time with their dishes, each one froze as eyes locked onto eyes. They put the dishes down and in the same instant their bodies were being crushed together in a frenzied embrace. Hands roamed everywhere and tongues sought refuge in the other's mouth. With wildly beating hearts they finally slowed their movements until all that was touching was the front of their bodies, arms loosely around each other. Dale was the first to speak, reminding her that they needed to get ready for their shopping trip. Again she looked dazed and confused at his sudden change in manner but she agreed and left him to wash up while she got ready.

Dale was amazed at the speed with which she showered and applied makeup, actually beating him to the door, dressed and ready, creating a calm and collected picture of ravishing beauty. His eyes feasted on her silky dark hair, framing her face in soft waves and coming to rest on her strong shoulders and perfect cleavage. He felt like grabbing her and marching her back to the bedroom but instead, he gathered all control and handed her a piece of paper which he told her to read. It was their shopping list of 'Materials Needed' and he gave her his best devilish grin when she fixed him with a startled look of wonder after reading the list:

1) Nipple Clamps
2) Cock ring
3) Rope
4) Lube
5) Hand cuffs
6) Flogger
7) Blindfold
8) Spreader bar

She smiled as it dawned on her that he had read her list that day and then she turned and headed off towards his car. Dale could feel his cock hardening as he followed behind her...or rather, followed her behind...

His mind was working over-time with thoughts of what he wanted to do with her and see her do and his body felt ready to explode. He had been so overwhelmed last night by what had happened between them that he had not even touched himself. He had been totally lost in the sensation of her lips against his and her tight grip on his throbbing cock and it was all he could think about....it had arrested him and was still holding him captive.

They did not speak in the car, both feeling the tension created by invisible electric currents...they were officially hot for one another. Dale pulled up in the car park of the biggest adult store he knew existed. They had the widest range of DVD's and toys he had ever seen. He snuck a look at Lana's face to see her reaction and was pleasantly surprised to find her eyes sparkling and her smile sexy and inviting. He asked her how she was feeling about going inside the shop and she just said: "Let's go!"

IN THE ADULT SHOP

So they walked together into the shop, greeting the owners as they passed by the front desk. The owners, Kate and Josh, were a couple in their early forties who both looked incredible for their age. They obviously worked out...but mostly with each other. They had a room at the back of the shop for demonstrating products for customers to see how various toys were used. In this room one could often see such things as him wearing a cock ring to show how to put it on or her demonstrating a strap-on for the ladies and using his ass as a target. It was always a pleasant surprise to see what was going on in that room. Dale loved how uninhibited the couple were and they had an amazing chemistry between them that could be seen and felt from near or far. He suddenly thought that it would be wonderful to watch Lana's reaction if he asked for a demonstration of some of the bondage gear. There was such a huge range of floggers and restraints, some of which could be a bit mind-boggling.

Dale took a hold of Lana's arm and steered her towards the bondage section of the shop. She felt the strength of his grip on her upper arm and knew he had something serious on his mind. Once there, he let go of her and reached for a cat-of-nine-tails. The first one he took off the hook was mean looking and would have hurt too much on bare skin. He examined it carefully as though he was contemplating using it on her. He glanced at her face and noticed how her eyes had opened wide and her body was full of tension. He put that one back and took down another one. This one was softer as the tails were not chord, but rather leather. Lana visibly relaxed a bit more. The third one he grabbed felt perfect. It was not as long, the tails were only about one ruler length and made of suede. This was so much better and he knew Lana approved when she took it off him to run her fingers over the tails and playfully slap her other arm with it.

This got the attention of Kate who came up to Lana and Dale to see if they needed any help. Lana blushed and shook her head but Dale surprised her by saying that he would like some help with what sort of restraints were available. Kate smiled and agreed that it was wise to get some sound advice when venturing into this particular area. She offered to get Josh and demonstrate some of the restraints and ties in the back room. This was just what Dale wanted and he quickly agreed. They followed Kate over to Josh and when Dale looked at Lana she seemed excited and nervous.

Josh was happy to help and he gave them both a welcoming smile, especially Lana, who looked great in her short red dress. Josh said he would be right over after he finished serving a customer. Kate led them to the back room which was separated from the rest of the shop by a silk curtain, allowing people in the shop to see a shadowed image of what was going on inside. There were dildo's and hand-cuffs and floggers and ropes of all sorts of colors and sizes. The room itself was a huge turn-on. 

Lana looked around in wonder, slowly taking it all in. She wondered what was about to happen as she had never been here before. What had Kate meant with "demonstrate"? Was Josh actually going to tie Kate up and use a flogger on her? What if they were going to use Lana and Dale to demonstrate? Lana's imagination was going wild...totally out of control and she was breathing very rapidly. Kate showed Dale the different sized spreader bars and explained how best to fasten them with various ropes. Then Josh came into the room and said "Right, let's get started!"

Dale explained that he did not know that much about all the bondage equipment and that he was keen to see how some of it was used. Josh took Kate over to a post that he called the "love tree." It was like a tree trunk but had metal rings mounted in various places for tying ropes to. Kate automatically took her clothes off to the surprise and partial shock of Lana. Her body was strong with well-defined muscles and no spare fat at all. Her tits were large and well shaped with enough firmness to keep them from drooping without a bra. Lana watched as Kate held out her hands for the handcuffs that Josh put on her.

He put Kate's back against the post and pulled her arms around to the back of her. Then he clicked the cuffs together and got out some rope. Next he tied rope around Kate's tits quite tightly, making them instantly change to a deep red color. He then put some nipple clamps on Kate's nipples and added extra weight balls to hang off them. Every now and then he asked Kate if she was wet yet and every time she answered "NO."

But Lana and Dale didn't believe her. In fact, Dale looked over at Lana and saw that she was noticing how shiny Kate's inner thighs were getting.

Josh tied rope around Kate's neck so she couldn't move her head and he tied rope around her waist as well. He also tied rope under her arms and through some of the higher metal rings above her head. Lastly he brought her legs up so that her knees were in line with her tits but off to the sides and fastened them with in place with more rope. Then he stood back and admired his work. He looked at Dale and Lana as they took in the site of Kate all bound up, with her cunt open, wet and dripping with juice. It really was a fantastic sight. Then he asked her if she was wet yet and again she lied and told him "NO!"

So he called her a "Lying Whore" and told her she would be put on the "Machine" later for lying to him. Dale and Lana wondered what machine he was talking about. Josh picked up the flogger that Lana had taken a liking to earlier and waved it in front of Kate's face. He explained to Dale that the fear of the flogging was more important than the flogging itself. Then eventually he hit Kate across her nipples quite hard. She cried out in surprise and he did it again. She yelped again but her cheeks were flushed with pleasure and there were lights dancing in her eyes. Dale stole a glance at Lana and was not disappointed. She was enjoying this!

Josh then flogged Kate more till she was really feeling the sting and the nipple clamps fell off her nipples. This caused her to swear between clenched teeth at the sudden pain of the clamps coming off and Josh explained that the pain felt with nipple clamps, does not come till they are suddenly taken off...or flogged off as the case may be. Josh then reached down and took his cock out of his pants. It was a big raging hard-on with thick veins popping up all over it and pre-cum oozing out of the end. He walked close to Kate and fucked her pussy really hard. She came almost immediately and with a lot of noise. Lana noticed Dale stroking himself through his pants.




The Cleaning Lady



When Josh was finished cuming he put his cock back and zipped up his pants. He untied Kate and gave her a big, passionate kiss saying "Thank You" in a low, caring tone and asking her if she was ok. She was fine and quickly got dressed again. Lana and Dale knew that they had just been part of something really wonderful and sexual. They thanked the pair for demonstrating how good bondage can be and for their tips on the finer points of pleasure and pain. Then Lana surprised Dale by asking about what "machine" Josh had mentioned earlier.

Josh smiled at Kate and told her to show them what they were talking about. Kate walked over to a steel-frame contraption and folded it out over a mat on the floor. Josh excused himself to go help customers in the shop and Kate explained that what they were looking at was a FUCKING MACHINE. Dale and Lana had heard of sex machines before but never had they seen one for real and never before in an adult store. Lana wanted to know more and more about it and how it worked. Dale stood back and just listened while his cock grew even more painfully stiff by the second. 

With three easy moves, Kate had assembled the machine and hooked it up to the power outlet. There was a good sized dildo on the end of a long stick ready to start dishing out some heavy duty fucking. It was at least 8 inches long and 2 inches in diameter. He wished that Lana would get strapped into it for a demonstration. He heard his voice repeat this thought out loud and then Kate looked questioningly at Lana. At this stage Lana was so turned on that she was ready for some extreme fucking action and Dale almost fell over when she ripped her dress off and said "LET'S GO!"

Kate gave Lana an appreciative once over, taking in her firm full tits and large erect nipples, before dropping her eyes down to Lana's strong, firm thighs and the naked pussy lips between them. She told Lana to get down on hands and knees, strapping the machine's restraints around her wrists and ankles and placing her head in the head brace. Once Lana was properly restrained Kate adjusted the angle of the life-like rubber cock to ensure it would cum in at the right place. She asked Lana if she wanted her pussy penetrated or just a good ass-fucking. Amazingly, Lana wanted a really good ass-fuck so Kate lubed up Lana's asshole and lined up the cock at her entrance. She pressed 'start' on the remote control.

Slowly, ever so slowly the cock pushed into Lana's ass. She was tight and unprepared but she took the length of the cock admirably well. She joked about needing another cock in her mouth so Dale pulled his cock out fast and got down on his knees in front of her. He offered her his juicy hard cock and Lana just said "YES" before swallowing his meat inside her hot mouth. The cock inside Lana's asshole came to a complete stop before pulling back again at the same maddeningly slow pace. Lana groaned loudly and pushed her ass backwards to meet the machine's next thrust. Dale couldn't help but get up to have a look at it slide slowly back into Lana's tight little hole.

Lana drooled some saliva out of her mouth and said "FASTER...PLEASE!" so Kate turned it up to the next level. This started the cock thrusting in and out of Lana's asshole at a slightly faster pace. The rhythm was slow and steady. Dale was in heaven as he watched the machine fuck Lana's ass. There was a long rope of drool dropping to the mat from her wet pussy. Her tits were swinging slowly making his dick lurch with want and threatening cum. Her delicious little hole was being plowed by a huge black cock and it was nearly too much for Dale to take. He moved back around to Lana's head, pushing his cock into her mouth and muffling the sounds of her groans of ecstasy.

Just then Josh came in and said that they were giving the customers an excellent show but nobody cared because the scene up close was absolutely mind-blowing. Josh said that Lana's ass looked good enough to spank which gave Dale a wicked idea. He asked Lana if he could use the flogger on her ass as she was getting plowed by the fucking machine. She said yes but still needed a cock to suck on. Josh kindly offered her his to suck and she looked at Dale for his reaction to that. His eyes were big and round like saucers and he just nodded saying "OH FUCK YES!"

Kate turned the machine up another notch and Lana pushed back to meet the faster rhythm. She sucked furiously at Josh's cock making him grunt with pleasure and urge her on with encouraging words of what a hot little slut she was. Lana's ass was getting very sensitive and she cried out when the first whack from the flogger hit her tender ass. She bravely kept sucking but her whole body jumped with the next whack and she actually squirted. Kate saw the spurts cum out of Lana's pussy and told Josh what had happened. Josh shoved his cock deeper into Lana's mouth causing it to be rammed down her throat and told her what a bad dirty whore she was. Kate turned the machine up to the next level.

The fat black cock was now ramming into Lana's asshole with such a speed and force that Dale wondered if it hurt her. She squirted some more when Dale brought the flogger down across her already red ass cheeks and Kate stood over Lana and pulled her ass apart even more. The rhythmic force from the machine plowing Lana's asshole, pushed her forward harder onto Josh's cock and he suddenly exploded into her mouth. Cum shot down Lana's throat and came drooling out of the sides of her mouth. Josh pulled his cock out of her and went to watch the cock still fucking her ass. He glanced at Kate who still held apart Lana's ass cheeks and they exchanged looks of amazement and excitement.

Dale heard Lana start to moan loudly saying she was about to cum so he shoved his cock into her cum-covered mouth. She sucked greedily at his cock and Dale swore he had never been sucked better or harder. Knowing that she was being fucked up the ass, with her ass cheeks held apart by another woman, and Josh's cum inside her mouth, made Dale loose his mind. They all knew that their actions could be seen by customers through the thin screen of the curtained divider and this made it all so much hotter. Kate turned the machine up to the last setting and Josh started flogging her ass. At the second whack Lana came and squirted at the same time. Kate immediately turned off the machine and Dale spilled his own load of hot jizz into Lana's mouth.

Josh and Kate quickly opened the restraints on Lana's ankles and wrists as Dale released her from the head brace. Lana collapsed on the mat in an exhausted heap, her entire body slippery, covered in sweat. Josh and Kate rolled her onto her back and gently massaged her stomach and thighs while Dale asked her if she was ok. Lana managed a weak "Yes" and then closed her eyes and smiled while six hands rubbed her body all over. Josh said what a fantastic awesome experience it was that had just occurred and admitted that this was the first time he had touched a customer and indeed the first time they had 'demonstrated' the fucking machine. Dale was still in partial shock and felt like he was having a never-ending orgasm of the body and mind. He realized that there was so much about Lana that he didn't know and he meant to work on that. He would give Lana some extra 'cleaning duties' from now on and find out how far she would go to prove she really would do ANYTHING for him.

Later that night Dale asked Lana how she felt about what had happened in the adult store. She was open and honest and told him how much she had loved it all...the bondage experience...the flogging...the feeling of being dominated and used to suck cock...the exhilaration of watching and being watched...the FUCKING MACHINE...but she told him that it was all a big first for her. She admitted that she had always wanted to experience more sexually but had never met anyone she could make new experiences with. Other men had wanted her to do more but she had never wanted to do more with them. The thing that made all the difference in the world to Lana now, was the fact that she wanted to do what Dale wanted her to do. She had finally found a man she wanted to do ANYTHING for.

Oh, and of course, that 'List of Materials' would become longer and longer as time went by...they now needed more to fill their 'dungeon' and keep their new FUCKING MACHINE company.



The Cleaning Lady



I was working late, waiting for the computer to finish generating the report I was working on. In the few minutes that it would take, I figured I'd wander around the internet and see if I could find some pictures or movies. I found a movie site and was watching a couple of hot-bodied blondes sucking some guy's dick. I was getting quite hard, and was just getting ready to unzip my pants and start jacking off when I turned around and saw the cleaning lady standing next to the door.

My dick deflated as I rushed to close the movie, and she walked in the door toward me.

"Looks like you found something interesting to watch there," she said.

I didn't really know how to reply. I just stumbled to try to shut the movie window.

She walked into the room and said, "Don't close it. It looks like they're having fun. Hmmm. Looks like you were getting ready to have some fun, too. Don't let me interrupt you."

She licked her lips as she watched the two girls taking turns sucking the lucky guy's engorged organ. I couldn't help but notice that her nipples were standing out, very erect. She had large breasts, but not enormous. She was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a V-neck tank top, which showed off her cleavage very nicely. She rubbed her nipples through the tank top, and my dick regained its hardness.

"Oh, come on," she said to me, looking down at my hardening member. "Why don't you get that thing out of there?" With that, she reached down into my lap and started to stroke me through my pants. My dick had quickly regained its hardness at her touch, and I could feel a little pre-cum seep out the end. As she leaned down from near my right shoulder, she pressed her boobs into my arms. I could feel her nipples hard against my flesh, and I reached my hand over to cup one of her breasts.

She sighed a bit as I caressed her nipple, then she pushed the strap of her tank top and bra down her shoulder with her other hand. I pulled the cup of her bra down, revealing her lovely pale breast. Her pink nipple was sticking out almost an inch from lighter aureole, which now showed little goose pimples.

As I continued to stroke her breast and pinch her nippled, she pulled down the zipper of my pants and reached inside. She continued to stroke me a bit through my underwear, then managed to pull my erection through the opening in my briefs. It stuck straight up from my lap, bobbing occasionally, and a little drop of pre-cum oozed from the end.

She grabbed the shaft in her hand, and started stroking it slowly, still watching the girls on the screen taking turns with the guy's dick. Before long, the scene changed on screen, and the new view was of the two girls in a 69 position, with the guy fucking the one on top in doggy position. Occasionally, he would pull out of the top girl's pussy and the girl underneath would suck on it for a moment before putting it back in her friend's hole.

"I don't know if I'd want to taste some other girl's pussy," my new friend said to me. "It just seems, I don't know, kind of gross to me."

I personally like the taste of a girl's pussy, as long as she keeps it clean. In fact, I was kind of thinking I might like to taste the pussy that was only a few inches from me right then. At the time, however, I simply muttered an incoherent sound of pleasure, since her hand stroking my dick felt quite lovely to me.

"Would you suck some other guy's dick?" she asked, looking down into my face. "I mean, isn't that about the same thing?"

"I don't know," I answered her, "but I do like to eat pussy."

"Hmmm," she mumbled. Suddenly she stood up straight. She unsnapped and unzipped her shorts, pushing them over her hips and letting them drop the rest of the way to the floor. She had on a pair of bright yellow lace panties under her shorts, and these quickly hit the floor, too. Her sandy blonde pubic hair was trimmed into a nice little patch. "Get up," she said.

I rose, my cock bobbing through the fly of my pants. She reached out and took my cock in her hand again, then led me to the side of my chair. She turned the chair toward herself, turned and sat, and then turned back toward the desk. She had never lost hold of my shaft during the maneuver. We had basically traded places, and I was now standing beside the chair being stroked by her hand while she sat and watched the video on the computer screen.

She absently stroked me for a couple of minutes while she watched the action on the screen. She abruptly turned her head and looked up at me. "You really like to eat pussy?"

I nodded. She slouched down in the seat, pushing her hips forward so her pussy was right at the edge of the seat. She turned the seat toward me, finally letting go of my hard-on. I didn't even have to wait for the question. I was down on my knees as fast as I could go without hurting myself.

I licked my way up each of her legs in turn, stopping before I got to her pussy both times. Her breathing was getting ragged, and I could see that her pussy was flushed bright red. A little sheen of moisture was forming at the center of it, and I guessed that she was getting extremely excited. I tormented her a little more, kissing her belly and running my mustache through her pubic hair. At last, I flattened my tongue and ran it up her pussy a couple of times.

She squealed a little and jerked her hips toward my face a little. I could taste the wonderful musky fluid of her excitement, and I began licking her up and down, concentrating on her clitoris. I would occasionally drop down a little and push my tongue as far into her hole as I could, then wiggle it up and down and in and out a little. She moaned and thrashed as I pleasured her with my mouth. I sucked her lips in with mine, then licked up and down them rapidly. I delicately flicked just the tip of my tongue over her clitty. I flattened my tongue and mashed it into her whole crotch, licking and sucking my way up to the top of it.

The girl's screaming had become pretty continuous, and I was glad that it was as late as it was. She would have awakened the dead with the intensity of her orgasm, I thought. I licked up as much of the sexy juices that flowed from her as I could, although a little puddle was forming under her, and the edge of my chair was definitely getting soaked through.

Her climax finally subsided, and she lay back in the chair, panting and gasping, as I kissed her thighs and stomach. I finally stood up straight and unfastened my pants. My cock was still sticking out the fly, and a few little drips of my pre-cum had landed on the fabric. That would be hard to explain to the wife, I thought to myself. Oh well.

I pulled down my pants and underwear, then pulled my shirt up over my head. The girl just sat in the chair, watching. She finally reached out and took my cock in her hand and began stroking it slowly. I stepped toward her, sort of poking my cock toward her mouth, but she didn't seem to be inclined to suck on it. Instead, she moved her head aside and stood up, still holding on to my shaft.

I turned to follow her as she stepped around me. I was now facing the computer screen, and she pushed me back into my chair. I sat down hard, my tailbone smacking against the metal frame of the chair through the padding. She had released my cock when she had pushed me down, and a little string of my pre-cum flicked onto my belly as my cock recoiled from the force of my landing.

She stood and looked at me for a moment, as I sat unmoving, startled, my cock bobbing up and down in my lap. Then she turned to face away from me and pushed her ass out toward me. I took her waist in my hands and lowered her toward my cock. She reached down between her legs and took my shaft in her hand, guiding me into her hot, wet pussy.

She gasped as I entered her. She lowered herself quickly and smoothly until I felt the tip of my cock bump against the end of her slick tunnel. I still held her by the waist, and I started to raise and lower her over me. She put her hands on the armrests of the chair, and we quickly established a rhythm as she pushed up and down, grinding her hips into me every time my cock was at full penetration.

I reached around in front of her and pulled her shirt and bra down over her breasts. I cupped them and ran my hands over her nipples, making her moan a bit in pleasure. Her nipples were hard and hot against my palms. I pinched them gently between my thumbs and forefingers, rolling them around slightly and getting more little moans of pleasure from her. I leaned my head forward and kissed her neck. I looked up and I could see her eyes were fastened totally on the computer screen, where the pair of women were now down on their knees in front of the man as he jacked himself off, trying to spurt his load of semen onto them.

She rose and fell faster and faster on my shaft like she was trying to match the speed of the guy's hand sliding up and down his shaft. I reached one hand down and rubbed her clitty, making her cry out. Her breathing was fast and deep, and I could feel her pussy muscles clench around my cock every time it was at full penetration. I rubbed her clitty and played with her nipple with my free hand.

The man's cock started spurting his white cum over the girls' faces, and the girl on my own cock cried out in her orgasm. She sobbed out as she slumped forward, and I reached my arm around her waist to support her. My other hand continued to stroke her clitty. Her up and down thrusts had stopped, and she now sat with my cock fully inside of her. I could feel the ripples of her pussy muscles contracting and releasing over my shaft. Her moisture trickled down my balls onto the chair.

I held her that way until her breathing returned to something like normal. Once she had control of herself, she leaned forward and put her arms on the chair, bending over at the waist and pushing me and the chair backward with her ass. She now had her feet on the floor, and my cock was still deep inside of her pussy. She began to raise and lower her hips quickly, fucking me for all she was worth. She grunted a little with the effort, and I held her hips and helped push her up and down on my shaft.

Before too long, I could feel myself getting ready to cum. I didn't know if the girl was on birth control, so I groaned out that I was there.

She lifted herself off of my shaft and stood half upright, legs bent, pressing her ass into my belly. She then reached down between her legs and grabbed my cock in her hand and began stroking it. I felt my cum surging through my shaft, and the first spurt out landed on her stomach. She continued to jack me off onto herself, using her other hand to rub the stuff into her belly. When my climax had finally subsided, she rubbed the head of my softening cock on the inside of her thighs, cleaning the remaining cum off with her smooth, white skin.

She got up as I sat back panting and walked over to her little cleaning cart. She got a cloth and wiped my stuff off of her, then returned to stand beside me and wiped our mingled juices from my cock and ball sack. I watched silently as she cleaned me off, then leaned down to kiss the head of my cock.

She pulled her shorts and panties back on and tucked herself back into her shirt and bra. As she was dressing, she said, "Maybe we'll have to do this again sometime."

I could barely speak, so I nodded and made what I hoped was a definitely affirmative grunting sound.

As she walked out of the room to her cart, she turned and looked back at me. I was still sitting there naked, my cock now lying spent in my lap. "By the way, my name's Angie," she said, then pushed her cart down the hallway.

I saw Angie a few more times, but we never had the chance to do anything else. Either someone was around, or she was in a time crunch, or something interfered. About a week after our encounter, another lady took her place. This was an older woman with a very matronly appearance.

"What happened to Angie?" I asked her.

"Oh, she got laid off," the woman said. "I guess the customers weren't satisfied with her."

I don't know about anyone else, but I know she sure left at least one satisfied customer.



The Cleaning Lady



Nicholas needed a cleaning lady. He knew it. He didn't like cleaning and he wasn't very good at it. Even if he could drag himself into actually doing any cleaning, he knew it wouldn't be done very well. So he decided to pay someone else to do it for him.

He perused the message board at the local grocery store and found exactly what he needed, or so he thought. It was a simple advertisement, printed on standard printer paper and written in English, although the grammar and diction hinted that the person who wrote it wasn't comfortable writing in English. There were a number of tear-away strips on the bottom of the ad, each with the number to call. Nicholas grabbed one and shoved it into his shirt pocket.

By the time he got home and put his groceries away he had forgotten all about the telephone number in his pocket. He found it three days later as he was throwing his laundry together and had no idea what it was. He puzzled over it for a few minutes and tossed it onto his night table. 

The following weekend he went once more to the grocery store. He saw the message board in the lobby of the store in the corner of his eye and then he remembered the phone number. He stepped up to the board and saw with dismay that the advertisement for the cleaning lady was no longer there. He muttered angrily to himself and then went about his business. When he got home he put his groceries away again and forgot once more about the cleaning lady. 

That night he was getting changed to go out when he saw the phone number on the small strip of paper on his night table. He looked at it curiously for a moment, knowing there was something important about it. He frowned and then realization hit him. Dressed only in his boxer shorts he grabbed the strip of paper and rushed to his computer desk to retrieve a pen. He wrote "CLEANING LADY" over top of the number and set it down on the desk. 

He looked at the time and saw that it was just past nine o'clock. He shrugged and grabbed his cell phone. He dialed the number and hoped that someone would answer.

When they did answer he felt a pang of irritation. The voice on the other end was speaking a language he didn't understand. He had no idea what it was, although it sounded Oriental.

"Hello?" he said hopefully, wondering if the girl who answered understood English.

She asked a question; he knew that by the inflection in her voice, but he still had no idea what she was trying to say.

"Hello," he said again, "I'm calling about the cleaning lady."

She said something else he couldn't understand and then he heard some crackling and thumping and guessed that someone else was grabbing the phone.

"Yes?" he heard another girl say.

"Yes, hello," he said with relief. "I'm calling about the cleaning lady."

"Oh yes!" she said, "very nice to hear you."

Nicholas heard her say something foreign once more.

"Yes, very nice!" she said. "My sister is cleaning lady!"

"Okay," he replied. "Is she there? Can I speak to her?"

"No," the girl said with regret. "She cannot speak English, only Chinese. I can speak for her. We come to your house and speak, yes?"

"Oh," Nicholas said, beginning to feel uncomfortable. "Okay, I guess we could do that. So, she can't speak English at all?"

"A few words only," the girl said. "But I will help her understand what you need! We can come over to your house?"

Nicholas frowned and decided that he might as well see what she's like. 

"Yeah okay," he said. "You can come over tomorrow."

"No need to wait!" the girl said. "We can come over right now! Please give address and we will speak soon!"

After a moment's thought, he gave them the address and he heard the two girls talking excitedly.

"We will come very quickly!" she said as she hung up.

He dressed in casual slacks and a button-down shirt and sat down to wait for their arrival. After about thirty minutes he began to get impatient and dialed the number once more. After several rings the phone was answered, but apparently it was the girl who couldn't speak English.

He said hello a few times and then the phone was passed to the English-speaking girl.

"Hello, yes?" she said uncertainly.

"Hello," he said. "You said you were coming over?"

He heard her say something rapidly to her sister and then she was back on the phone.

"Yes, we are coming," she said pleadingly. "We are only several blocks away. We will be there very soon!"

"Are you walking?" he asked her.

"Yes, we walk very quickly," she said. "We will not take long."

He said okay and sat back, musing on the decision to meet with them tonight.

"I should have insisted on tomorrow," he said.

After another twenty minutes there was a knock on the door.

When he opened the door his breath caught in his throat. Standing in front of him were two Asian girls, both of them staring at him with wide eyes. The word "China-Doll" came to mind as soon as he saw them. 

They were both small in stature, about four feet ten inches in height. Their bodies were petite and Nicholas felt that he could put both of them into his pants-pocket they were so tiny. They both had long straight black hair, which fell all the way down their backs. They looked strikingly similar, though they were not identical. It was easy to tell they were sisters. Their eyes were big and just a little farther apart than one would expect. Their noses were tiny and turned up into small button-like bumps just above their doll-like mouths. Their lips were full, or at least full compared to their small moon-like faces that contrasted deeply with their jet-black hair.

"Hello!" he said as they stared at him expectantly. "Please come in!"

They both smiled and walked through the door together. They were smiling and continued to stare at him.

"Hello," the girl on the left said. "My name is Ping and this is my sister Minh."

They both extended their hands in greeting and he felt his palms turn sweaty as he gently shook each one in turn. 

They were wearing short skirts; Ping in a blue denim skirt and Minh in white denim. They also wore blue denim jackets and white tops underneath that appeared to have rhinestones sewn into patterns across the front and on the collars. 

"Hi, my name is Nicholas," he said.

"I am sorry we took so long to come here," Ping said. "I thought it was closer to our home."

"You walked all the way here?" he asked.

"Yes," Ping said.

"We could have done this tomorrow," Nicholas said. "Maybe it would have been better for you."

Ping blushed and looked at the floor. She looked at Minh and whispered something to her. Minh blushed too and craned her neck to look past Nicholas into the apartment.

"If we could see your home," she said, "you may decide when you want Minh."

"What?" Nicholas said. 

"You may have Minh whenever you want her; tell her what to do," Ping said with a smile. "You can have me too if you like me."

Nicholas pictured Ping on her knees in front of him with his cock between her lips and Minh bent over his living room chair with her skirt up her back and her legs spread wide. His cock grew hard before he could control himself. He swallowed hard, trying to push the image out of his head.

"Yes," he said uncertainly, "let me show you."

He turned away from them and quickly adjusted his cock in his pants so his erection wouldn't be easily seen and led them into the living room.

Minh looked around with wide eyes and nudged Ping with her elbow. They whispered to each other quickly and Minh took in every inch of his small apartment.

"Minh says your place is small," Ping said uneasily. "Are you sure you want someone to clean?"

Nicholas expected this response. 

"Yes," he said, "I know it's small, but I'm no good at keeping it clean. That's why I want you." 

He smiled and led them through the living room and into his bedroom. Then he showed them the kitchen and bathroom. Minh was right. It was a small apartment.

Ping whispered to Minh and Minh giggled softly. Ping spoke sharply to her and Minh giggled again.

"You will please forgive my sister," Ping said while staring at Nicholas's shoes. "She meant no disrespect. She is only surprised that you would want to pay for a cleaning lady for such a small home."

Nicholas grinned and gestured for them to sit down.

"No need to apologize," he said. "I know it's small."

He sat in the chair facing them and both girls sat on the couch. He couldn't help but notice how their skirts rode up high on their thighs as they sat, though neither of them seemed to notice how their motions had exposed so much of their legs. In fact both of them were staring at him with big smiles.

He offered them drinks but they both declined. Then they discussed the cleaning schedule and the rate. After a brief conversation the deal was struck and they agreed to come over the next day on Sunday for the first visit.

When their discussion was concluded Nicholas drove them home despite their objections. He didn't want them walking home at such a late hour and they were very grateful when he dropped them off.

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The next day he was lying on his couch watching television wearing nothing but his boxers. He heard a knock on the door and frowned, wondering whom it could be. He stood up and walked to the door expecting to find a Jehovah's Witness or someone equally annoying. He threw open the door and his mouth opened in shock as he saw Ping and Minh staring at him and holding their hands over their mouths and giggling. He realized they were staring at his boxer shorts and Minh whispered something to Ping. Ping spoke rapidly to Minh and tried to look Nicholas in the eye but ended up blushing furiously and looking down at his feet.

"I am sorry Mr. Nicholas," she said, trying not to giggle. "My sister meant no disrespect."

Nicholas blushed as well and left the door to his apartment open for them as he rushed to his bedroom to grab his bathrobe.

When he returned, the two girls were in his living room and Minh was staring at him as he reappeared wearing his robe. Ping spoke harshly to Minh and Minh giggled in reply. Ping blushed again and whispered to her once more.

"We are here to clean Mr. Nicholas," Ping said. 

She shot a warning glance at Minh when she giggled once more and Nicholas felt himself blush again.

"I'm sorry Ping," he said sheepishly. "I forgot you were coming today and I thought you might have been a door-to-door salesman or something. Please apologize to Minh for me too."

Ping passed his message on to Minh who giggled again, commenting in rapid-fire Chinese and blushing as she stared at Nicholas' midsection. Ping elbowed her sister and said something quickly in Chinese to her. She looked at Nicholas once more and was about to speak when Nicholas cut her off.

"No need to apologize," he said. "I'm the one who was disrespectful. I meant no offence to either of you."

Minh smiled and spoke slowly.

"You look nice," she said and then blushed deeply. "I like seeing you."

Ping opened her mouth in shock and said something Nicholas didn't need to speak Chinese to understand. Minh responded to her calmly and giggled once more then walked deliberately to the kitchen. They heard her begin running water in the sink and they knew she was starting to clean.

"We will begin our cleaning now," Ping said with her eyes downcast.

Nicholas nodded and made his way to the bedroom. He changed into a pair of track shorts and a loose T-shirt and lay back on the bed to read a book.

He could hear the two girls moving around as they cleaned and he thought about what Minh had said. She said she liked seeing him. He wondered if it was her poor English skills or if she really meant it as it sounded; that she liked seeing him in only his shorts. He knew he'd like to see a lot more of her.

Today Ping was wearing a skirt. It was slightly longer than the denim skirt she'd worn last night but it showed off her legs well. She was also wearing a pull over blouse that was very loose on her small frame. He wondered if she were wearing a bra because if she bent over it would be very easy to see down the front of her top. 

Minh was wearing khaki shorts that came to her mid-thigh. They fit her loosely and the button down khaki shirt she wore was just as loose. 

He was staring at the ceiling and daydreaming about how the two sisters would look naked and his hand moved without his thinking about it to hold his stiffening cock. He held it through the fabric of his shorts and squeezed it softly when he heard a soft gasp and another giggle. He looked over to see Minh staring at him. Her mouth was opened to a small "o" with her hand partially covering it. Her eyes were glued to his hand and his very hard cock and she blushed as she turned away and went through to the bathroom. He heard her beginning to clean in there and then he saw Ping approaching his bedroom door.

"We are almost done Mr. Nicholas," she said. 

She smiled as she looked at him and then her eyes rested on his shorts. The bulge in the front was obvious and, even though he'd taken his hand away after Minh had seen him, there was no mistaking the outline in the fabric. Her eyes went wide and her mouth opened slightly too. Nicholas saw her nipples harden against her blouse and then she blinked and swallowed. She turned away and went toward the living room.

Thinking now that he would never see these girls again, he frowned and fished seventy-five bucks from his pocket. He stood up and tried his best to make his hard-on disappear and then went to the living room.

Minh and Ping were sitting together on the couch whispering and they looked up at him as he entered.

"Thank you for coming today," he said. 

He handed Ping the money and she drew a sharp breath when she took it.

"This is more than we agreed upon!" she said and showed the cash to Minh. 

Minh smiled and nodded a thank-you to Nicholas.

"It's a tip for doing a good job today," he said. "Besides, I'm afraid I embarrassed the two of you and I feel badly."

Ping glanced briefly at his mid-section and licked her lips nervously. Then she was looking him in the eye again, though her smile was somewhat forced.

"There is no need for you to feel badly," she said and then stared at his feet. "We were happy to come and clean for you."

Minh stood up and stepped forward to shake his hand. Nicholas took her tiny hand in his and couldn't help but feel that she was shaking slightly. She spoke softly in Chinese and then looked over her shoulder at Ping.

"She says she wants to know if you want her," Ping said, still staring at his feet.

Nicholas wasn't sure, but he thought he saw her glance quickly at the front of his shorts again.

Nicholas had a mental image of Minh wrapping her naked body around him, her legs gripping either side of his thigh and her hand stroking his cock lovingly.

"What?" he said as his cock began to grow in his shorts once more.

"Do you want my sister?" Ping asked him, her eyes going wide as she watched the front of his shorts being pushed out by his growing member.

Minh cocked her head to one side as she watched her sister and then she too looked down at his shorts. Her mouth opened and her eyes went as wide as Ping's. They looked at each other briefly and then again toward his shorts.

Because their gazes seemed to be locked on his crotch, Nicholas had no control over his cock now. It was hard and throbbing and he could feel it pulsing against the front of his shorts with each beat of his heart.

"Perhaps you would like to have the two of us," Ping said as she stared at his shorts. "We could both come if you like us."

"Yes," Nicholas said, his mouth suddenly going dry. "Please come back in two weeks. I want both of you."

Minh smiled and blushed and she looked down at the floor. Ping stood up and, bending forward as she stood, Nicholas saw her top open up and suddenly he was seeing her all the way down to the waistband of her skirt. She was not wearing a bra and her nipples, small and deep red, showed briefly before she straightened up. 

He turned toward Minh and saw that her gaze was once more fixed on his shorts. He looked down and saw the fabric of his shorts darkening with wetness and realized with dismay that he was leaking precum. The small stain was centered on the end of his cock and, although it was no longer standing out straight, it was still obviously hard. He blushed and Minh looked up at him and grinned shyly.

"I like seeing you," she said quietly.

She bowed slightly, bending forward at the waist for a moment and then he was looking down at her tiny tits, the nipples puckered and hard like little candies. She smiled at him once more and then started walking toward the door.

"Thank you Mr. Nicholas," Ping said, extending her hand to shake. "We will be back for you in two weeks."

Nicholas noticed her hands were shaking too and then she bowed from the waist, exposing her hard little nipples to him again.

"The pleasure is all mine," Nicholas said, meaning every word.

He walked them to the door and they both smiled broadly at him. They both glanced down at the stain on his shorts once more and then looked at each other with their eyes wide and their mouths slightly open.

He closed the door and leaned back against the wall of the foyer. He reached into his shorts and stroked his cock only three times before he came. The semen splattered all over the inside of his shorts and then his cock was hard as a rock all over again.

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Two weeks later Nicholas was waiting anxiously for the sisters to return. There was no way he could forget they were coming; not like the last time. Since their last visit, he had masturbated too many times with their faces, their bodies and their tiny little tits in his mind. He had thought about their hard little nipples time and time again since seeing them that Sunday two weeks ago. He had considered having them come to clean every week instead of every two weeks, but decided that he didn't want to appear too impatient to see them.

When the knock on the door finally came he opened it eagerly. They were both standing in the doorway and smiling at him as they did before. 

Today they were both wearing shorts and loose shirts. Minh's were white fleece track shorts that hung down from her waist almost like a skirt. Her body was so tiny they looked like they would fall off without the string tie that was sewn into the waistband. Her yellow pullover had no sleeves and hung down almost as low as her shorts. The armholes looked like they would offer Nicholas some tantalizing views today. 

Ping wore denim Daisy-Duke cut-offs that also hung loosely on her. Her legs, although shapely for her tiny body, poked out of her shorts like little sticks. Her shirt was a white button-down that was tied off at her midriff, although it hung a lot lower over her belly than was generally fashionable. The buttons were fastened except for the top two, exposing her chest only slightly. Nicholas hoped her shirt would sag forward when she bent over as her other shirt did when she was last here.

"Come in!" he said. "Please come in!"

They came through the door and he offered them drinks. Again they declined and Minh stepped forward shyly. She shook his hand and spoke softly.

"Nice to see you today." She said haltingly.

Nicholas smiled and Ping said something encouraging to her in Chinese.

"I taught her the proper greeting since the last time we come here," she said with a bright smile.

"Nice to see you today too Minh," he said and smiled.

Minh blushed and looked down. When she did, her top fell open at the front slightly and he saw the little valley between her tits come into view. He did not see her nipples. He guessed that her shirt was too tight to show much when she bent forward.




The Cleaning Lady



Minh then went to the kitchen to start cleaning. Ping dropped her purse on the table by the door and followed Minh. Nicholas went to his room and lay on the bed with his book. 

He tried to read, just as he had tried to read the last time they were here, but soon found his mind wandering again. As he thought, he closed his eyes and was suddenly roused by the sound of someone entering his room. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and realized then that he had drifted off. He shook his head to clear the cobwebs and then opened his eyes to see Ping standing by his bed; Minh was standing in the doorway holding a bucket and some rags.

"I am sorry Mr. Nicholas," Ping said. "We did not mean to disturb your sleep."

Nicholas blinked a few times and hung his feet over the side of the bed, dangling them an inch or so off the floor.

"No problem," he said groggily. "I shouldn't be sleeping anyway."

"Will it disturb you if my sister and I clean your window?" Ping said, nodding her head toward the big picture window looking out over the street.

"Oh," he said. "Sure, if you can do it without a ladder. I don't have a ladder."

"There is no need for a ladder," Ping said and Minh stepped forward to place the bucket in her hand on the windowsill. "We can stand on the ledge and we can reach the whole window."

"Really!" he said. "Are you sure that's safe?"

"We will be fine," Ping said.

In turn, the two girls stepped on to a chair and then on to the windowsill, which was about eight inches wide. Their tiny feet were sure and firm as they reached upward to clean the farthest recesses of the plate glass.

Nicholas sat on his bed marveling at the sight before him. Their petite bodies were elevated from the floor just enough that he could see up the leg holes of their shorts. Each time one of them would reach to the top of the window, he could see the curve of their bums peeking out. 

Minh was wearing white cotton panties that hugged the curve of her bum tightly. At times Nicholas could see some pubic hair pushing out the sides of the gusset and could barely make out the shape of her mound as her underwear pressed against it. He swallowed hard as he saw the outline of her pussy lips and he glanced quickly over at Ping when Minh began to turn toward him.

Ping was wearing a thong under her denim shorts and his eyes went wide when he saw it. The string was embedded deeply into her ass cheeks and Nicholas could see the bottom of her pussy where the gusset met the string that went around the bottom and up to the back waistband. There were tufts of black hair pushing out from under her panties and he had the sudden urge to push his nose against it to smell her.

Ping suddenly bent forward to wet her cleaning rag in the bucket and her shirt fell forward a little. The bottoms of her tits and her nipples came into view and Nicholas almost whimpered as he gazed at the little pebble-like bumps; between looking at her tits or her pussy lips if he looked up her shorts he figured he was in heaven.

He heard a gasp and looked to see Minh windmilling her arms, struggling to keep her balance on the windowsill. He moved up behind her and put his hands up to stop her from falling. His hands went directly to her bum cheeks and he felt her small buttocks fit neatly into the palms of his hands. 

She looked down at him and breathed a sigh of relief. When he removed his hands, she shook her head and pointed up to the top corner of the window.

"My sister would like you to help her reach the top corner," Ping said. 

Minh smiled and reached vainly for the top section of the window; her hand was a few inches from the top of the glass. Nicholas pushed upward and she giggled as she felt herself rising. He smiled as he held her up, reveling in the feel of her buttocks in his hand. She wiped at the window and commented in Chinese to Ping. Ping snorted softly and replied to her, though she didn't translate for Nicholas. 

Minh turned toward him and said something in Chinese; he guessed she wanted down so he lowered her until her feet were once again on the window ledge.

She smiled then and then bent over, dipping her cleaning rag into the bucket. As soon she bent over, the armhole of her loose shirt gaped open offering Nicholas an unobstructed view of her left nipple. He stood rooted to the spot, staring at her tit and Minh turned toward him with an inquiring expression. She blinked a couple of times and then looked down the front of her shirt and realized that he could see her breast.

Her mouth widened a little and she looked up at Ping, but she was busily wiping her side of the windowpane and did not see what Nicholas was staring at. Minh pursed her lips and then stood up. She looked Nicholas in the eye and said something in Chinese and then pointed at the top of the window.

Nicholas nodded and put his hands on her buttocks again. Minh settled her bum into his hands, and then told him in her accented English that she was ready. Nicholas pushed and Minh leaned forward this time, hooking her shins around his arms as he held her up. Nicholas, surprised at her motions, repositioned his hands until he had a firm hold of her bum. He couldn't restrain himself; after ensuring that she was safe from falling, he squeezed her buttocks gently. Minh gasped softly and turned to look at him and he smiled at her. She returned the smile and squirmed a little in his hands and then went back to cleaning the window.

When she was done, he lowered her to the windowsill and she smiled down at him.

"Thank you," she said haltingly.

"Perhaps you could help me to reach as well?" Ping said and pointed to the top of the window.

Nicholas smiled and moved behind her, placing his hands against her bum. 

He pushed and she rose upward. 

"You are very strong!" she said with a giggle.

She wiped vigorously at the top of the window and Nicholas could feel the vibrations as her bum jiggled in his hands. 

Ping looked down at him and asked him to bring her down. He lowered her and, like Minh did, she bent over to wet the rag in her hand. When she bent down, it offered Nicholas a perfect view down the front of her shirt and he was looking at her tiny tits once more. 

As he stood gaping at her, she looked up and then realized that he was looking down her top. She giggled and put her hand to her chest, closing off his view of her tits, and then blushed.

"I am sorry Mr. Nicholas," she said, still giggling. "I did not know you could see there."

"That's okay Ping," he said. "I'm the one who should be apologizing to you for staring."

She blushed and giggled again.

"Actually," she said, hardly able to suppress her girlish chuckling, "I am quite flattered! I thought Western men preferred... bigger."

Nicholas chuckled as she blushed again.

"I think every woman has her own best feature," he said. "And you have nothing to worry about. What you have is very nice!"

Ping giggled again and then Minh made a comment that Nicholas could not understand. Ping responded to Minh, her eyes going wide and her tone chastising. Minh implored her and then Ping turned to Nicholas.

"My sister would like to know if you like what she has too," Ping said, her face turning bright red and staring at the floor. "I told her it was impertinent to ask such things, but she insisted I ask you." 

Nicholas nodded gravely and smiled at the two of them.

"I think both of you are very attractive," he said. "I only hope you don't think badly of me for staring at you sometimes."

Both girls giggled together then and Minh made a comment that seemed to outrage Ping somewhat. Minh repeated what she said and Ping turned toward Nicholas, although she continued to stare at the floor.

"My sister thinks you are very attractive too," she said with difficulty.

"Thank you Minh!" he said.

"Now if you will please to help me reach the top of the window once more?" Ping asked softly.

"Sure thing!" he said and moved up behind her.

He placed his hands on her bum and then cupped her cheeks in both hands. He gave a slight squeeze and Ping inhaled sharply once. Then he pushed upward and she began wiping at the window aggressively. She jiggled a lot as she moved and Nicholas squeezed her bum firmly. Ping spread her legs a little wider and his thumb was now pressing against the skin of her upper thigh. She continued to rub and her bum slipped slightly in his hands. When he repositioned himself to make sure she wouldn't fall, he found his thumb was now up the inside of her shorts and hooked into the string of her thong; his thumb pad was pressing into her perineum, between her anus and her vagina. 

He looked up and Ping was looking down at him as she cleaned the windowpane over her head. Her mouth was partially open and her eyes had an odd look in them; one between fear and expectancy. 

She shifted her leg again and then his thumb was embedded in the moist lower lips of her vagina. She stopped cleaning and simply looked at him.

"You may let me down now," she said breathlessly after a long pause. 

"Oh sure," he said, his mouth suddenly gone dry.

He eased her down from the top of the window and then, much to her surprise and delight, wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled her against him. He then lowered her to the floor, his hand slipping up over her abdomen until it was over her nipple and pressing her tiny tits into her chest. He released his grip and she gasped softly and swayed a little as he let her go.

"You are very strong Mr. Nicholas!" she said a little breathlessly. "Perhaps you could help my sister come down as well?"

He smiled and approached Minh from behind. She smiled expectantly at him and then he pushed his hands against her bum. He wrapped an arm around her waist, just as he had done with Ping and then held her against his chest. Once again his arm slipped upward until it was firmly against her tits and Minh sighed. 

"Thank you Mr. Nicholas," Ping said. "We have finished and we will return in two weeks."

Nicholas took a deep breath and nodded. He pulled fifty dollars from his pocket and then added a twenty. He handed it to Ping and she gasped.

"Mr. Nicholas," she said breathlessly, "this is too much! It is more than we agreed to!"

He nodded and walked them to the door. 

"I know," he said. "It's a tip for good work."

Minh stepped forward and shook his hand softly.

"I like seeing you," she said slowly.

Ping asked Minh a question in a sharp tone of voice and Minh responded to her with a silky laugh.

"What my sister means to say is she is happy to see you," Ping said with a frown. "I believe she is getting her phrases mixed up. -Happy to see you- is a greeting, not a manner of saying goodbye. Is that not so?"

Nicholas frowned and pursed his lips a little.

"I suppose so," he said. "But I got her meaning."

Ping frowned and spoke in Chinese, the tone of which did not sound very happy to Nicholas. Then she turned and walked out the door. Minh allowed her to go through first and raised her arm and placed her palm on the doorframe a few inches over her head. As she did, her breast and hard little nipple came into view. Nicholas stared at it with his mouth slightly agape and Minh smiled at him as she lowered her arm and walked out the door.

"I like seeing you," she mouthed silently in his direction.

When he closed the door he slipped his hand inside his fleece shorts and squeezed his cock. He stroked it twice and then he was cumming in his pants.

****************************************************

Two weeks later Nicholas was almost completely on edge. When he heard the knock on the door he rushed to open it and was surprised to see Ping with no sign of Minh.

"Good afternoon Mr. Nicholas," she said with her customary smile. "I am here to clean for you."

"Hi Ping," he said. "Come on in."

"My sister could not come today," she said, looking at the floor near his feet. "She is not well, but she will come next time so you can have her."

Nicholas nodded, trying not to think of "having Minh", and led her through to the living room. She followed him, smiling shyly, and then sat on the couch opposite him.

She was wearing her blue denim mini-skirt and her legs came into view delightfully as she sat. The cream colored button down blouse she wore had rhinestones sewn into a pattern on her chest, a tiger crouching in a garden full of flowers in full bloom.

"I like your top," he said. "It's very nice!"

Ping blushed and looked down and then smiled as she raised her eyes to meet his once more.

"Thank you Mr. Nicholas," she said, blushing furiously. "That is most kind of you to say."

"Can I offer you a drink?" he asked, fully expecting her to decline as she did every other time he offered.

"That is most kind," she said. "If you have some wine, I would like that."

Nicholas arched his eyebrow in surprise and got up to fetch a glass of wine for her.

"Do you prefer red or white wine?" he asked.

"I do not know," she said, furrowing her brow as she thought. "I have never had American wine before."

He nodded and poured two glasses of red wine.

"Personally I prefer red," he said.

"Then I am sure that will be good," she said with a slight giggle.

He handed her the wine and then sat down opposite her again.

"So Minh couldn't make it today?" he said after an awkward moment of silence.

Ping frowned; an expression that led Nicholas to believe there was more to this story than she had so far let on.

"She is not well today," she said as she stared at the floor.

"Is there something wrong Ping?" he asked. 

She looked up at him and a number of expressions touched her features briefly, and then she looked back down at the floor.

Nicholas stood and sat beside her on the couch. Concern showed on his face and he leaned toward her slightly. She looked up at him and then smiled oddly and looked back down at the floor.

"Has something happened?" he asked her. 

She frowned and took a deep breath. Then she looked him in the eye and he could tell she was upset about something.

"My sister told me that you are like all men," she said with difficulty. "She said that you are looking at our bodies and you like seeing us."

Nicholas nodded slightly and pursed his lips.

"That is true Ping," he said. "I told you the last time you were here that I couldn't help looking at you. I also apologized for staring when I shouldn't be staring."

Ping nodded slightly and looked once more at the floor.

"When you see us," she said, slowly, "when you see me, I feel different. I feel I like you. You look and see me in places other men have not seen me for a long time. No men have seen me where you have seen me since I leave China. But I don't feel shame. I feel... good."

"You mean when your shirt fell open and I saw your..." he said awkwardly.

She looked up sharply and stared him in the eye.

"Yes," she said eagerly. "I was surprised when you saw. I was surprised how I felt when you saw. I felt... strange. I felt good."

Nicholas looked away for a moment, unsure what he could say.

"When you held me up to clean window," she said without waiting for him to reply, "Your hands touch me in places I have not been touched in a long time."

"Yes, I'm sorry if I offended you," he said. "I was just too excited to stop."

"You felt good?" she asked.

"Oh yes!" he agreed quickly.

"You saw my sister too?" she asked. "You saw her when she cleaned too?"

Nicholas nodded and sighed.

"Yes I saw when her shirt fell open too." He said.

"You felt good seeing her?" she asked.

He nodded again and looked at her sheepishly.

"Yes, I liked seeing her too." He said.

"Okay," she said. "My sister is very pretty. I understand."

"Oh," he said. 

"I will begin to clean now Mr. Nicholas," she said and then stood up.

She took both empty wine glasses to the kitchen and then he heard the water running and he knew their conversation was over; at least for now.

He stood up and went to the kitchen doorway. She glanced his way and smiled and then went back to her cleaning.

He shrugged and went to his bedroom. He changed from his jeans and into his gray fleece shorts. When he pulled the shorts to his waist he turned to see Ping watching him. He wasn't wearing underwear under his shorts so he knew she had just seen his bare ass. The expression on her face said nothing about what she might have been thinking. She was simply looking at him. 

She turned away and went to the closet to retrieve the cleaning supplies and reappeared a few seconds later with a bucket and some cleaning rags.

"I will clean the oven now," she said. 

She looked down to his midsection and Nicholas realized his cock was semi-hard and pushing out the front of his shorts. She stared at it for a few moments and then disappeared from the doorway.

He heard the sound of running water again and then the creak of the oven door. He went toward the living room and saw her moving around in the breakfast nook.

"I will be cleaning your oven," she said once more. "I do not want to ruin my new shirt. I would like to remove it while I clean. Will this disturb you?"

She made her way into the living room while she spoke, fingering the bottom hem of her shirt as if to indicate what she was saying. 

Nicholas gulped and thought to himself that it would disturb him in many ways! He made himself nod and cleared his throat so he wouldn't squeak when he finally managed to speak.

"No that's okay," he said. "I don't mind."

She smiled, almost in gratitude and unbuttoned her blouse. As Nicholas hoped, she was not wearing a bra and her tiny tits came into view slowly as she undid the buttons. She shrugged out of it and lowered her arms; her tits were small and proud, the nipples hard and pebbly.

"Thank you Mr. Nicholas," she said. "I would not like to ruin my new shirt."

She hung the shirt over the back of a chair and then returned to the kitchen. Unable to stop himself, Nicholas followed her until he could see her bending forward and wiping the oven down with strong hand strokes, the rag in her hand turning black with the dirt that clung to the insides of the oven.

"You see?" she said, holding up the rag for him to see. "Very dirty!"

Nicholas' cock was very hard now, pushing out the front of his shorts. It was almost parallel to the floor and Ping looked at it for a moment. She cocked her head to one side and then smiled. Then she went back to her cleaning. 

Nicholas forced himself to leave the kitchen and returned to his bedroom. He grabbed a tissue and reached for his cock. He held the tissue over the end and then stroked his cock rapidly. Within seconds he came into the tissue and he dropped it into the wastebasket by the night table.

He lay back on the bed and breathed a sigh of relief. Ping appeared in the doorway, still topless and stained here and there with greasy black marks on her tummy, on her arms and on her tits. 

"I have finished cleaning the oven," she said. "If it will not disturb you, I do not like to make my shirt dirty. I will clean with no shirt?"

Nicholas swallowed hard and nodded.

She smiled and disappeared from the doorway.

He followed her after a few minutes to see her on her knees and scrubbing the living room floor. Her skirt was riding high and he could see she was wearing a thong. It was black and the string was embedded between her ass cheeks. With her arms reaching out in front of her to scrub and her back arched slightly, her bum stood up proudly facing him. Her pussy was barely visible around the tiny black triangle covering it and he desperately wanted to take her right there. Now his cock was erect and throbbing again.

He stood in the doorway staring at her; listening to her grunt with effort and watching her little breasts jiggle with each motion. She glanced in his direction and smiled. She held up a pen and beckoned him toward her.




The Cleaning Lady



"I find this under the couch," she said proudly. "You put it where it belongs okay?"

He stepped forward and then he was standing over her on her knees. Her head was even with his belly and she held the pen up for him to take. He took it into his hand and then she looked at his shorts, the bulge in them obvious. Her small moon-like face was just inches away from his bulge and his cock leaked a dark wet stain into his gray shorts. She smiled as she looked at it and then she bent back to her work.

Nicholas went back to the bedroom. He closed his eyes for a moment and then he was reaching for another tissue. He lay back on the bed and held the tissue over the end of his cock and started stroking. 

He opened his eyes in shock and surprise when he felt another hand on his cock.

"I will help you," Ping said softly. 

Nicholas pulled his hand away and just watched while Ping stroked him gently with one hand. With the other she was holding the tissue in place over his pee-hole. After only a few up and down motions, his testicles tensed and then his cum was soaking into the tissue.

"Feel better?" she asked.

He nodded and stared at her in amazement.

"It's my fault you get like this," she said. "I did not want to ruin my shirt. You maybe like to see me a lot?"

He nodded again and then she stood up from the side of the bed. 

"That's okay," she said. "I like to see you a lot too. I will finish cleaning now."

She got up and walked through the bedroom door and Nicholas heard her moving around. He heard more water running and after a while she reappeared with the bucket in her hand. She was still wearing just her denim miniskirt and Nicholas felt himself get hard again as he looked at her small tits. 

She walked into the room smiling. He noticed that she had cleaned the grease stains off of her and her pearl-like skin was now free of dirt or stains.

"I have finished cleaning now Mr. Nicholas," she said and then glanced toward his hard penis, which he hadn't bothered to cover since her last visit to him. She cocked her head to one side and then looked down at her tits. "You like seeing me?" 

"Oh yes," he said. "I like it a lot!"

"Maybe I clean like this all the time?" she said. "But maybe you are too happy seeing me?"

"No, I'd like it if you cleaned like this all the time!" he said, never taking his eyes from her hard little nipples.

"Okay," she said. "I will tell my sister."

Nicholas looked her in the eye in surprise and then looked down at her nipples once more.

"You like to touch?" she asked, moving toward the bed.

He nodded and she sat on the bed beside him. As he reached for her nipple she reached for his cock. He cupped her breast in one hand and she smiled and began stroking him. 

"I like cleaning like this," she said and giggled.

Nicholas nodded and pinched her nipple softly between his fingers. She smiled in response and leaned forward to give him better access.

"My sister will be pleased," she said.

"Really?"

"Oh yes," she said. "She has said many times she would like to see you. I think maybe she will like helping you even more."

At the thought of both sisters topless and stroking his cock, his semen erupted out of him and splattered onto his stomach. She continued to stroke him until he spurted twice more, by which time it was simply drooling out of his cock and over her hands.

She smiled when he went limp and then got up from the bed and left the room. She returned a moment later with a warm wet cloth. She wiped at the semen on his stomach and then cleaned his cock and balls thoroughly with it. She stood up and left the room again and then returned to wipe his genitals again, this time with the cloth warmer from hot water. 

She held his cock daintily with one hand as she cleaned it and giggled when she felt it getting hard again.

"You are very manly," she said with a giggle. "Many men could not do this so much."

He shrugged and she giggled again.

"I have finished cleaning now," she said and stood up. "I will return with my sister in two weeks."

Nicholas gave her the money along with a tip, which Ping steadfastly refused to take this time. Then she buttoned her shirt and left, leaving Nicholas drained but still excited.



The Cleaning Lady



It was spring of 1992 and I was just like every other 18 year old high school boy: a virgin and horny. I discovered masturbation about 3 years earlier and I did it at least once each day. I loved the feeling of having my cock in my hand, gently stroking it, squeezing it at different pressures, going from top to bottom, and changing the speed at which I stroked.

But I wanted more. I wanted someone to see me naked. With no girls willing to take me up on the idea, my thoughts turned to a person that I would see every two weeks: the cleaning lady. Karen was in her late 30's with long dark hair and a fit body. I was 18, a hockey player and in the best shape of my life. I knew my cock may not be the biggest she had seen, but I still wanted her to see me. 

Every other Thursday I would skip school in the morning to make sure I was in the shower just as Karen would start cleaning the upstairs of our home. After showering, I would always put on my robe, leaving a sliver of an opening at my belt line. I would rub some baby oil on my cock to make it hard and glisten and make it so that the tip poked out of the small opening. The first time I did it I quickly walked past her so the rush of air would open up my robe, exposing myself for her to see. It was such a turn on for me and I grew harder than I had ever been. I glanced down at my rock hard glistening cock and noticed pre-cum oozing from it. I don't know if she saw anything that first encounter, but I was hooked. I wanted Karen to see what I saw. I spent the next 13 days in a horny frenzy coming up with a plan. My plan was simple: I would gradually get more and more adventurous until something happened. What would happen, I wasn't sure and I didn't know if she would tell my Mom, scold me, or take me up on my offering.

Two weeks later, my plan went into motion. Karen showed up at the exact time as she had before. I was just getting out of the shower as she was making her way upstairs. I quickly oiled up my member, loosely put on my robe and slowly walked toward her. I could feel the cool air from our house on my cock as I moved toward her. She was looking down at a cleaning bucket, so I had to get her attention. I decided to say hi and make some small talk. As she glanced up from her bucket she paused at my waist and I knew she had seen my manhood. Our conversation was short but its purpose was served: she saw me. 

Over the next month I continued my plan, each time the conversations would last longer and be more frequent at each visit. Often I would play with myself in a room next to the one she was cleaning with the door cracked open just a little bit. Later, I would even talk to her from the next room while I was cumming. Sometimes, I would sit on the stairs with my robe on, my legs open so she couldn't miss a thing. So, far she didn't act as if she was upset with my antics. In fact, she seemed to be more comfortable with seeing me as the days went on. 

I spent time in between her visits reading books and watching TV shows about sex to find out how to best please a woman. I learned how to do everything from sucking on nipples to eating pussy.

Now that I had an idea on how to please Karen I became more brazen and started my seduction process. I began to set up narrow points in the hallway with chairs so my hard cock would "accidently" brush across her body. Over the next few cleanings we continued to play our game. I knew she was starting to get used to the idea of a young hard cock touching her. My plan was that eventually she would even bend down in front of me giving me full access to her heart shaped ass at which point I would stand behind her as she would slowly back into my cock as I "passed" by.

It had been just over 2 months since I started my plan, I didn't even need to stroke my cock to get it hard anymore. Every time I saw Karen I would immediately grow rock hard. I couldn't wait any longer, over the weeks I had noticed when she was cleaning something high she would let one arm hang low to keep her balance. This was my chance to actually have her touch me. So, right on time Karen showed up, I let her see me a few times and brushed my cock across her ass, and then I made my move. She was dusting the top of a chest in my mom's room. As she reached up to dust, she was standing on one leg. Her left arm was out stretched and her open right hand was unintentionally waiting for my cock to rest in it. Her hand was at the perfect waist level. I quickly fully opened my robe, moved up and inserted my cock into her open palm. Obviously, she was startled, her hand closed instinctively around my hard cock. She quickly pulled away with my cock in hand. It was then when our eyes met. I reached up with my hand and guided her beautiful face to mine. I could tell she was unsure, so I thought it would be best to go slow. I pulled her head to mine exposing her neck; I softly gave her kisses on her neck, allowing the tip of my tongue to brush across her smooth skin as I made my way to her ear lobe. She still had my throbbing dick in her warm soft hand. I gently nibbled on her ear and whispered, "Karen, you are a beautiful woman. I want to kiss every inch of your body." She responded with a deep sigh. I could tell she liked the feeling of my soft warm moist breath on her ear. I gently took her face in both hands and stared into her deep blue eyes. I leaned in and kissed her. Our tongues danced around each other, the feeling of Karen's tongue in my mouth made my cock twitch in her warm hand, which was slowly stroking me now. As we kissed I allowed my hands to explore her body and squeezed the ass that my cock had touched so many times. I started to slowly move my hands up to her shirt, grabbing the bottom of it to slide it up and off. I could barely stand not having her hand on my cock for the brief time she had to take it off in order for me to remove her shirt. 

She had a pale white lace bra on, which I quickly removed exposing her amazing tits. I slowly began kissing her neck allowing my hands to freely move across her half naked body. I took her soft breasts in each hand and slowly traced her nipple with the tip of my fingers. Karen let out a moan. I kissed my way to her now erect nipples. Replacing my finger tip with my soft wet tongue, I took her nipple in my mouth alternating between sucking and gentle nibbles. My hands traced Karen's body like a maze, gradually finding the tops of her loose fitting sweat pants. I hooked my thumbs under her waist band, in one smooth motion I slipped her pants off. Karen's moans with desire filled the empty room. All of my research and planning was paying off. I licked and kissed my way past her soft stomach to the top of her lace panties. My hands were in heaven as they meandered all over her body, eventually getting to their destination. As I slipped off her panties, I couldn't help but think what was going to happen next. I wasn't worried that I was going to cum right away, because I had played with myself shortly before Karen arrived that day. Now staring into her perfectly trimmed pussy, I thought I was going to explode. 

Rather than start right in I let my hands pass across her neat pubic hair to her inner thighs. I ran my tongue past her clit to follow my hands to her thighs. I gave each thigh a wet kiss as I slithered my body to her toes. I ran my tongue down her left leg to her toes and back up to her sweet smelling, moistening pussy. I let my tongue graze her wet pussy as I moved to her right leg. As I started down her leg, she guided my head back to her throbbing clit. I ignored her pleas and continued down her leg to each toe and back up. Her hands met my head as I approached her pussy; she slowly guided me to her clit. I brought one hand up to spread her pussy lips and expose her engorged clit. 

I navigated the tip of my tongue though her coarse, wet pubic hair to gently tease her clit. Then I slid up and took her entire pussy into my mouth, lightly sucking and allowing my tongue to savor the taste of her delicious juices. I brought my other hand up underneath my chin to finger her pussy as I lapped her clit with the tip of my tongue once again. I inserted my middle finger deep inside her pussy, angling upward searching for her g-spot. I felt Karen squirm as my finger found the tiny bump behind her clit. I knew I was there. I continued to massage her g-spot and lick her clit, I could hear her breathing pick up, her legs began to squeeze my head. I could feel her hands still on my head, starting to push my face deeper to her dripping wet pussy. Her legs twitched, she screamed loudly, I felt a rush of her hot juices spray in to my accepting mouth. I held still, my tongue gently resting on her clit and my finger still pressed against her g-spot. She began to convulse for a second and a third time. I glanced up from my spot, our eyes locked as she came. 

She pulled my head up past her navel, tits and to her face. I could feel my hard cock make its way up the freshly made bed as my body moved up hers. As I reached her face, the tip of my cock easily slid in to her soaking pussy. I pulled back, just to allow my throbbing head to tease her lips. She began to kiss my wet face and dug her hands into my hard ass, pulling me deeper inside of her. 

With each thrust I could hear the wetness of our love and the sound of my balls hitting her ass. I pulled out and slowly allowed the head of my cock to part her pussy lips over and over again. She wanted me deep inside of her and I was ready to grant her wish. I forcefully rolled over allowing her to be on top in total control. 

With my cock deep inside she put her hands on my firm chest and rocked her hips back and forth. She leaned back to allow my cock to rub her clit and pumped up and down. I took both hands and grabbed her ass, pulling her up on top of me. I watched her tits bounce up and down as we fucked. Our eyes met again, and I could feel her quiver once again. My balls started to tighten. I could feel her pussy tighten around my throbbing cock. I pushed myself deep inside of her and we both came, I could feel my cum and her juices rush out of her saturated pussy on to my still hard cock. 

Exhausted, she collapsed on my rising and falling chest; I could feel my softening dick slip out of her pussy. Our breathing was rhythmic, we were both drenched in sweat and cum. I had just lost my virginity to our cleaning lady. Moments later we kissed and began our dance again. We went on, every two weeks exploring, experimenting, and having mind blowing sex until I left for college.