I have many clients and some rotate in and out while others are regulars. Something happened last week that is a bit unusual for me.
I started cleaning Don’s house a few months ago and he is probably one of my favorite customers. First of all, he’s gorgeous. He’s quite a bit older than me (in his late thirties or early forties, I believe) but he’s aged well. The second I met him I wanted to rip off his clothes and jump him in the stairwell.
I resisted, of course, because I needed the business and that would probably lose me the job but I got a vibe from him almost immediately that he had thought about doing the same to me as soon as I walked in.
I came once a week for about a month and nothing unusual took place, except, of course, that he would watch me as I cleaned, going as far as moving to each room. He’s a doctor, I must add, and usually works the night shift, so he’s home whenever I’m cleaning, and I could feel his smoldering gaze daily as he panned my body as I cleaned his home. It made me so wet.
After the first month, I showed up for work the next day and I rang the bell, but he didn’t answer. I rang it again, but still no response. The van of the cleaning service I work for had already driven away so I was anxious to get inside. I tested the handle, and to my surprise, it turned.
I walked into the house and tentatively called out, “Don?”
No response. But there were some sounds, like creaking, coming from above. “Don?” I called out again, a little louder.
Instead of a response, I heard moans.
I froze. I suddenly felt very awkward. This man was surely having sex upstairs and his maid was downstairs listening. Unsure of what to do, I started cleaning the downstairs but I kept getting distracted by the moans from above and the slapping of skin on skin. I started imagining that it was me moaning, and this sexy sexy man driving his cock into my soaking wet pussy which I could feel soaking y terry cloth shorts at the thought of it.
I was getting so horny that my hands were shaking and eventually I had to stop. Maybe if I just took a peek?
Setting aside my cleaning supplies and trying to calm my nerves and ignoring my throbbing pussy. I tiptoed upstairs. In his house, his stairs led directly into his bedroom. I figured this way I could just poke my head up from the stairs and see the act without actually being spotted.
I tiptoed up the stairs, very quietly, and holding my breath, looked into his room.
There he stood, perfectly chiseled, stoicly thrusting in and out of a woman’s pussy from behind. The woman was blindfolded and had nipple clamps. She was already covered in semen so they must have been at it for hours already. I also noticed a butt plug in her ass hole.
I envied her.
He spoke to her, “You like my cock, don’t you bitch?” Slowly pulling out and then ramming his cock into her.
She shuddered, “Oh my god, yeah.” She moaned.
He slapped her ass and drove his cock in her again causing her body to jerk and writhe in pleasure. “Say you love the way I fuck you.”
“I love the way you fuck me,” she said, as if trained to answer immediately.
He slapped her ass harder, leaving a big red hand print on her ass. “Whore, say it like you mean it.”
She screamed, “I love the way you fuck me, Don. I want you to fuck me hard right now.”
He grinned and smacked her ass again, spearing her on his dick once more and then slowly pulling out. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.”
“How many times do I have t tell you?” He growled and reached forward, grabbing the tassles on her nipple clamps and pulling, “That I want you to want my cock like you’ve never wanted anything else.”
The woman started begging, “I want your cock inside me everyday all day, fucking me like I’ve never been fucked before. I want you to cum all over my body and leave me all sticky and gooey and used. So when I go back to my husband he smells your cum on me and knows that you fuck me better than he ever could.”
Don grinned and grabbed the base of the nipple clamp and twisted the woman’s nipples, chuckling.