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Housekeeping Services
Housekeeping Services.
When a wife lets a cleaning service do everything.
Based on a post by AllenWoody.
Listen to the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
Shannon's delegated housework.
Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer,
The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local
housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the
Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request.
Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before
settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her
smartphone.
May We clean your home today? Mais Oui!
Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently
subscribing to the following services:
Mais
Oui Premium Interior Package: Our Angels will dust, vacuum, mop, clean interior
glass, and wipe down counters. Baths and the kitchen will be deep cleaned and
sanitized. They will collect and wash any dirty dishes and bag and carry away
all trash.
Mais
Oui Three-day Meal Package: Our culinary Angels will prepare three dinners. One
will be served hot and ready at 6:00; the other two will be left in the
refrigerator for easy reheating later in the week.
With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before
she could return to daydreaming, her phone chimed again.
Special
Offer! As a discerning, multi-package subscriber, we are inviting you to help
pilot a new service:
Mais
Oui Ball Emptying: One of our carefully-selected Angels will see to the comfort
of your husband by thoroughly washing his male apparatus, then applying skilled
and patient oral stimulation until his balls are drained and he's content and
relaxed. Includes all cleanup.
Currently
available at a 50% discount to our multi-package subscribers.
From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her
husband, Ron Thorton; working in the yard. We're so different, she
thought. Though quite affluent, Ron preferred to perform their yard work
himself. As she watched he trimmed the grass at the edge of the walkways, raked
it into clumps, and composted it. He had already mowed and put down mulch, and
by now was soaked in sweat.
He couldn't have looked more content. The couple had just
become empty-nesters. She was finally able to do more with her bridge club and
the ladies at their country club.
He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would
spare her the trouble later. Ron always got so horny when he spent the
afternoon working in the yard. Increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her.
This would be a win/win!
With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding
Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions. Clicking her response, generated
the following;
Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the
scheduled hour. They include:
Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola.
Paola's New Job.
Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more
discrete and curated client base would be safer than what her cousins had been
risking, in their escort venture; marketed toward traveling businessmen.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved.
The man of the house, her notes said his name was Ron,
wasn't bad looking. He was older, of course, all of their clients were. But he
kept in shape, still had his hair, and gave the entire Mais Oui crew a warm
smile when they arrived, not just Paola, even though she was the youngest and
prettiest.
"I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning
to climb from his lounge chair.
"No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" his wife,
Shannon; said with a wink to sweet young Paola..
"Yes, Mrs. Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't
told her husband about the extra service, Paola realized. That could make it
fun.
The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming
upstairs, Marisol tucked herself away into the kitchen to prepare the meals,
and Mayra headed off to clean the baths. Paola dusted and cleaned, but only in
the sunroom where Ron could check her out. His wife got up to get a glass of
wine, then return to read a magazine and observe.
Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her
doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most
Latinas, and though her tits were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when
she wore the loose stretch-lace bra.
She was wearing it today.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ron," she said, leaning over the
gentleman to dust a table. She braced herself with a hand on his thigh, and was
pleased to see that when she stood again, his cock was already swelling.
"Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat,
then shot his wife a glance. But when she only smiled back, he seemed to relax.
Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could
appreciate her backside, letting her pastel blue yoga pants entertain him; or
toward him to call attention to her cleavage. She shook her hips as she moved
about the room, but once she had teased him enough, Paola said, "Did your
wife tell you about our new service?"
"Oh, ah, no, I don't think so?"
"I think she wanted to surprise you," Paola said,
toying with the top button of her uniform.
"Tell him about it," Shannon said, sitting on the
sofa, just across the room.
"We call it," Paola said, popping the button free,
"Ball Emptying. Do you think you'd like that, Mr. Ron?"
"Ah; what?" Ron said.
"It's okay," Shannon assured him. "And the
service is discounted this week, too. I thought you'd enjoy it."
When Ron just gawked in confusion, Paola said, "You'll
need to take your pants off, Mr. Ron."
There was another pause so long that Paola wondered if the
gentleman wasn't interested, but then he kicked away his shoes and began slip
off his pants.
"And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer
briefs. The gentleman did as asked, though he kept looking to his wife for
confirmation.
Rich ladies are strange, Paola thought. The man's
cock was magnifico: long, proud, and achingly thick; laying against his
belly. And yet his wife was paying someone else to pleasure him? Paola
shrugged internally and fetched her supplies.
"First let's get you nice and clean," Paola said.
She slid a folded towel under the gentleman, then from a carafe poured warm
water onto a cloth and began to bathe him. "Nice and clean," she
repeated, kneeling with her face just inches away.
The man groaned when the warm plush washcloth stroked his
cock, then even more deeply when Paola used it to wet his balls. She bathed him
with strokes, starting at his ball sack and along the full length of his thick
and turgid shaft, across every bulging vein. A moment later, she lifted his phallus
away from his belly, to wash the other side.
"Feels so good," he moaned, resting a hand on her
shoulder before moving it toward her tits.
Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "You want
to touch them?"
"Yes."
So although it wasn't required as part of the service, Paola
completely unbuttoned her pastel blue uniform top. "Touch me through my
bra."
Ron's hand found Paola's tit at the same time that her mouth
found his cock. Eager hands tugging at her softness through the lacy stretch
bra, quickly locating her nipple. She returned his energy, plunging her lips
down the shaft until its girth stretched her.
He's so perfectly hard, Paola thought. Whatever
uncertainty the man felt, had melted away with her attentive mouth and hands
upon him.
"That's nice," he said softly.
Paola took him as deeply as she could, for several pumps,
before pulling back with a gasp. "I hope you enjoy it, Mr. Ron."
He groaned, but said nothing more, as Paola returned to her
work of licking and sucking his cock. The head was plump and velvety, and Paola
explored the outline with her tongue, checking Ron's expression as she did. His
eyes slid shut, and when she also began fondling on his sack he let out an even
more soulful groan.
Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "Does your
wife do this?"
"No," he said, barely audible.
Paola shot a glance at Shannon but the woman wasn't even
watching. She had picked up another magazine and seemed more interested in it,
than her husband getting a blowjob fifteen feet away.
"Mr. Ron," she said, "when you're ready you
can cum in my mouth." Then on a whim she added, "I want to taste
it."
The man seemed to sink further down the cushions, but he
didn't stop fondling her tits. Even as Paola drew him ever closer to the brink,
his hands tugged, pinched, and stroked her flesh, until deep jabs of pleasure
shot through her. How long had it been since she'd been touched with such
hungry confidence? With a surreptitious glance toward Shannon, Paola snagged a
throw pillow, placed it between her legs, and began to grind.
In Paola's mind it was only the two of them. Shannon sat
nearby, Marisol sang and rattled pans in the kitchen, and Ana and Mayra buzzed
back and forth, but Paola's entire world was Ron's cock. She pumped as deeply
as she could manage, tickled and tugged his balls, and read the signs of his
arousal. His hips moved subtly at first, then more forcefully, and seemingly of
their own accord. Even breathing became rougher, then ragged, than gasping. He
was close.
Meanwhile, her own arousal grew. The power she held over the
man, her ability to coax him so swiftly from detachment to near release, was in
its own way intoxicating. His hands on her body coupled with her grind on the
stiff piping trim of the pillow were doing the rest.
"Paola," Ron groaned. "Oh, Paola;"
She wanted to respond, to moan his name back, but that would
break her rhythm. Instead, she did her best to grunt encouragement around his
cock. It worked.
Ron let out a sudden, harsh exhalation. His hands on Paola's
tits clamped down, and with a spasm, he shot a thick spurt of cum into her
mouth.
"Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Fah, huck!"
Though at first she jerked back in surprise, Paola's mouth
welcomed spurt after spurt of man-seed. She held the bounty in her mouth,
containing his cock and his cum while Ron gasped and bucked into her. It took a
full minute before the last of the tremors subsided; but just before they did,
Paola came too, her hips gyrating against the pillow. It wasn't an extravagant
orgasm but it was unexpected, a thrill and reward on a Saturday afternoon.
Her contract stated that she could spit out the cum, but
instead Paola opened her mouth to show Ron. Then making sure he watched, she
gulped it down.
She winked.
"Time for cleanup!"
Shannon's Review.
Ms. Shannon? This is Paola from Mais Oui.
Though she had nodded off while reading, Shannon woke when
her phone chimed. Good afternoon, she replied.
Shortly, you'll receive the standard reminder about our
services. I'm sorry to inform you that the promotional pricing for Ball
Emptying is no longer available. It would be at standard bundled price now.
I see. Mrs. Thorton texted back.
Paola texted back, But with your loyalty and bundled
discounts, I'd be happy to provide the service for the same rate you paid last
week. I'd just have to be discreet about it.
Shannon took a moment. If Mais Oui learned that one of their
crew was going behind their backs they would not be happy. Paola might even be
fired. But on the other hand, Ron had clearly enjoyed himself, and the idea of
pacifying him so conveniently once again, was too tempting to pass up.
Yes, let's do that. Thank you. It would be another
effortless week for her.
Ron's new concierge care.
Perhaps it should have surprised him more. For his wife to,
on a whim, let a young woman give her husband a blowjob, could be explained
away as a novelty. But for Shannon to invite Paola back, confirmed a pattern.
She was happy to outsource his sexual servicing. No surprise; since it had
become now almost impossible for Ron to coax her into bedtime play.
When the Mais Oui crew arrived, Paola now winks at Ron
before heading directly to up the master suite, to clean and tidy up. After her
co-workers had spread out into the other corners of the sprawling home she
signaled to Ron.
"It's nice to see you again, Mister Ron," she said
once they were alone. Ron had returned from his golfing foursome, that morning.
Shannon had just left for her weekly tennis court time, of one o' clock.
"Likewise!" If Ron wasn't imagining it, Paola had
given extra attention to her hair and makeup, and had already popped open the
first button on her top.
"Can I be honest?" Ron inquired.
"Of course!" Paola said, a wide, dimpled smile
spreading.
"I wasn't sure Shannon would let you, uh;"
Paola finished for him, "Suck your cock?"
"Yes, that."
She blushed then took a step closer, unbuttoned his shirt,
and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I wasn't sure she would
either, but I'm glad."
They kissed, tentatively at first, then with urgency as
Paola pushed his shirt past his shoulders until it dropped to the floor.
"You know, I'll have to clean the shower anyway. Might as well use it
first."
Ron hastily agreed, then stepped back to watch Paola
undress. Keeping her eyes seductively on his, the Latina unbuttoned her top
slowly, giving him a show. The utilitarian cotton top wasn't sexy, but the body
beneath it was. Petite, slim, and soft, Paola's tits bounced when she removed
her bra, and the way she shook her hips as she tugged off the uniform trousers
was mesmerizing.
"Muy caliente!" Ron said.
Paola laughed. "You need to get naked too, Chico."
In the shower, there was as much kissing and groping as
there was washing. Paola was just as soft and sweet as Ron had imagined,
melting against him when he kissed her, and making little sighs when his hands
explored her body. She cooed when he tugged on her tits and didn't object when
he slipped a finger into her slit, to find it wet from something more than the
soapy water.
"Back to the bed," she said huskily.
He knew at once that something was different other than just
the shower. Ron lay back on the bed, but instead of bending to suck him Paola
flung herself on top, kissing his mouth and neck, and nuzzling against him. She
whispered, "I've been thinking about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes." Paola was grinding against him, wiggling
her hips to align their bodies. "Been thinking about this big boy,"
she added with a wink."
"So, not just a blowjob today? I thought that;"
"Don't think, Chico, just enjoy!" With a deft
touch, Paola lifted Ron's cock. When she pressed her tight, hot, shaved cunt
down a second later, wetness enveloped him. Ron opened his mouth to speak but
Paola shushed him with a finger across his lips, her expression mischievous.
She pushed, pulled back, and when she pushed again her slick pussy welcomed
even more of his cock into its depths.
Ron let it happen, sinking into the pillows while Paola
began to ride him. She ground and slid on him with such pleasure, such energy.
And she was wet. Had Shannon ever been so ready for him, so slick?
"You like that, Chico?" Paola asked then, not
waiting for an answer, kissed him.
He kissed her back. "You feel amazing."
"Yes?" Paola held the kiss, nibbling playfully at
Ron's lip. "You do too; that big thing."
"Big? Shannon never says that." In fact, Shannon's
cunt was now so loose that Ron rarely found it rigid enough to copulate without
straining himself to exhaustion.
Paola laughed softly, tossing her fine black hair to the
side so it tickled and teased Ron. "She don't like dick, Chico. Wife who
pays someone else to fuck her husband, don't care about him."
But Ron's new lover liked dick. Paola rode him vigorously,
finding new angles to enjoy his cock while taking breaks to press in close
alongside him to kiss and nibble his mouth and neck.
"I just thought she was being nice to me. Sometimes
she's too busy."
"No, Mister Ron. Should I call you that?"
"Just Ron is okay."
"I'd like that too, Ron." Paola centered herself
on him, kissing his mouth wetly while she pumped. "You have a good job, I
think."
"Yes. I'm the one that pays the bills."
"That's what I thought." She was going slowly now,
keeping them both from tumbling toward orgasm. Paola's tits and hair brushed
Ron, teasing and tickling him. "She's paying me with your money,
right?"
"I never thought of it that way."
"So, I'd like to make a bet with you, Ron." She
met his eyes, a playful twist to her mouth.
"What?"
"My bet is that I can make you cum twice before the
rest of the crew finishes their work."
Ron groaned, signaling that he was already close to a first
release. "What if you do?"
"Then you listen to a proposal I have."
"I don't see a downside."
"There isn't one, Chico, but I need you to do one thing
first."
"Oh?"
"Take control and finish me strong. Think you can do
that?"
There was no need for more talk. Ron put a hand on Paola's
shoulder and rolled her off of him. He raised one of her leg's high and smacked
her ass, drawing a surprised yelp and a giggle, then guided her into doggy
position. As he reentered her, Paola let out a low groan.
"Oh like that, Chico. Get it!"
Though he grew dangerously close to release, Ron gave Paola
the treatment she craved, driving forcefully into her from behind, their bodies
slapping together. The Latina turned her head to peer back at him, but soon her
eyes closed to slits and she sagged deeper into the covers.
"Papi," she moaned. "Oh Papi fuck me!"
Ron turned the corner, letting the cum boil up toward the
tip of his cock. With a harsh exhalation he drove the final few strokes deep,
then came. The exhalation turned into a groan and then a howl as cum erupted,
flooding Paola's already dripping pussy. The Latina cried out, succumbing to
bliss and collapsing her shoulders down on the bed, as her thighs shook, weak
with orgasm. Half a minute later, his own strength depleted, Ron sagged against
her.
"So," Ron said, his breath still uneven,
"what was that proposal you had for me?"
"Ron!" Paola jabbed a finger into his side.
"That was only if I made you cum twice."
The two were laying on top of the tangled covers, still
recovering. Ron chuckled. "Sure, but after that, no way I'll cum again.
Not that I'm complaining."
"Don't you remember two weeks ago?" Paola lifted
Ron's soft cock and gave it a squeeze.
"That was amazing," Ron admitted as the young
Latina fondled his organ. "But that was still just one pop."
"Oh, Chico, you got no idea what I can do."
Paola adjusted her position on the bed, bent to Ron's lap,
and drew his cock into her mouth. After a few heartbeats she slowly slid her
mouth away then back onto him, once again cocooning his co
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Housekeeping Services.
When a wife lets a cleaning service do everything.
Based on a post by AllenWoody.
Listen to the Podcast at Steamy
Stories.
Shannon's delegated housework.
Mais Oui! Reminder & Special Offer,
The text confirmation came from the tri-lingual local
housecleaning company. The English translation reads; ' Yes, Indeed!' the
Toronto metro cleaning service is confirming the resident's weekly request.
Shannon stretched, tightening and arching her body before
settling back into the cushions of her chaise. She tapped the new link on her
smartphone.
May We clean your home today? Mais Oui!
Our team will arrive at 4:00 today. You are currently
subscribing to the following services:
Mais
Oui Premium Interior Package: Our Angels will dust, vacuum, mop, clean interior
glass, and wipe down counters. Baths and the kitchen will be deep cleaned and
sanitized. They will collect and wash any dirty dishes and bag and carry away
all trash.
Mais
Oui Three-day Meal Package: Our culinary Angels will prepare three dinners. One
will be served hot and ready at 6:00; the other two will be left in the
refrigerator for easy reheating later in the week.
With a touch Shannon confirmed the selections, but before
she could return to daydreaming, her phone chimed again.
Special
Offer! As a discerning, multi-package subscriber, we are inviting you to help
pilot a new service:
Mais
Oui Ball Emptying: One of our carefully-selected Angels will see to the comfort
of your husband by thoroughly washing his male apparatus, then applying skilled
and patient oral stimulation until his balls are drained and he's content and
relaxed. Includes all cleanup.
Currently
available at a 50% discount to our multi-package subscribers.
From her spot in the sun room Shannon had a view of her
husband, Ron Thorton; working in the yard. We're so different, she
thought. Though quite affluent, Ron preferred to perform their yard work
himself. As she watched he trimmed the grass at the edge of the walkways, raked
it into clumps, and composted it. He had already mowed and put down mulch, and
by now was soaked in sweat.
He couldn't have looked more content. The couple had just
become empty-nesters. She was finally able to do more with her bridge club and
the ladies at their country club.
He'll appreciate it, Shannon decided. Also, it would
spare her the trouble later. Ron always got so horny when he spent the
afternoon working in the yard. Increasingly, sex seemed like a chore to her.
This would be a win/win!
With a sly smile Shannon Thorton clicked on the link, adding
Ball Emptying to the list of subscriptions. Clicking her response, generated
the following;
Confirmed: the following crew members will arrive at the
scheduled hour. They include:
Ana, Marisol, Myra, and Paola.
Paola's New Job.
Paola recently joined the company. She hoped this more
discrete and curated client base would be safer than what her cousins had been
risking, in their escort venture; marketed toward traveling businessmen.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Paola bravely resolved.
The man of the house, her notes said his name was Ron,
wasn't bad looking. He was older, of course, all of their clients were. But he
kept in shape, still had his hair, and gave the entire Mais Oui crew a warm
smile when they arrived, not just Paola, even though she was the youngest and
prettiest.
"I can get out of your way," Ron said, beginning
to climb from his lounge chair.
"No, no, that's okay isn't it, Paola?" his wife,
Shannon; said with a wink to sweet young Paola..
"Yes, Mrs. Shannon." The lady of the house hadn't
told her husband about the extra service, Paola realized. That could make it
fun.
The rest of the crew spread out into the house. Ana began vacuuming
upstairs, Marisol tucked herself away into the kitchen to prepare the meals,
and Mayra headed off to clean the baths. Paola dusted and cleaned, but only in
the sunroom where Ron could check her out. His wife got up to get a glass of
wine, then return to read a magazine and observe.
Gringos really liked her Paola. They commented on her
doll-like proportions and her wild, dark hair. She was slimmer than most
Latinas, and though her tits were also modest, they were soft and jiggly when
she wore the loose stretch-lace bra.
She was wearing it today.
"Excuse me, Mr. Ron," she said, leaning over the
gentleman to dust a table. She braced herself with a hand on his thigh, and was
pleased to see that when she stood again, his cock was already swelling.
"Oh, sure." The gentleman squirmed in his seat,
then shot his wife a glance. But when she only smiled back, he seemed to relax.
Paola continued, making sure to bend over when Ron could
appreciate her backside, letting her pastel blue yoga pants entertain him; or
toward him to call attention to her cleavage. She shook her hips as she moved
about the room, but once she had teased him enough, Paola said, "Did your
wife tell you about our new service?"
"Oh, ah, no, I don't think so?"
"I think she wanted to surprise you," Paola said,
toying with the top button of her uniform.
"Tell him about it," Shannon said, sitting on the
sofa, just across the room.
"We call it," Paola said, popping the button free,
"Ball Emptying. Do you think you'd like that, Mr. Ron?"
"Ah; what?" Ron said.
"It's okay," Shannon assured him. "And the
service is discounted this week, too. I thought you'd enjoy it."
When Ron just gawked in confusion, Paola said, "You'll
need to take your pants off, Mr. Ron."
There was another pause so long that Paola wondered if the
gentleman wasn't interested, but then he kicked away his shoes and began slip
off his pants.
"And those," Paola said, indicating his boxer
briefs. The gentleman did as asked, though he kept looking to his wife for
confirmation.
Rich ladies are strange, Paola thought. The man's
cock was magnifico: long, proud, and achingly thick; laying against his
belly. And yet his wife was paying someone else to pleasure him? Paola
shrugged internally and fetched her supplies.
"First let's get you nice and clean," Paola said.
She slid a folded towel under the gentleman, then from a carafe poured warm
water onto a cloth and began to bathe him. "Nice and clean," she
repeated, kneeling with her face just inches away.
The man groaned when the warm plush washcloth stroked his
cock, then even more deeply when Paola used it to wet his balls. She bathed him
with strokes, starting at his ball sack and along the full length of his thick
and turgid shaft, across every bulging vein. A moment later, she lifted his phallus
away from his belly, to wash the other side.
"Feels so good," he moaned, resting a hand on her
shoulder before moving it toward her tits.
Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "You want
to touch them?"
"Yes."
So although it wasn't required as part of the service, Paola
completely unbuttoned her pastel blue uniform top. "Touch me through my
bra."
Ron's hand found Paola's tit at the same time that her mouth
found his cock. Eager hands tugging at her softness through the lacy stretch
bra, quickly locating her nipple. She returned his energy, plunging her lips
down the shaft until its girth stretched her.
He's so perfectly hard, Paola thought. Whatever
uncertainty the man felt, had melted away with her attentive mouth and hands
upon him.
"That's nice," he said softly.
Paola took him as deeply as she could, for several pumps,
before pulling back with a gasp. "I hope you enjoy it, Mr. Ron."
He groaned, but said nothing more, as Paola returned to her
work of licking and sucking his cock. The head was plump and velvety, and Paola
explored the outline with her tongue, checking Ron's expression as she did. His
eyes slid shut, and when she also began fondling on his sack he let out an even
more soulful groan.
Too softly for Shannon to hear, Paola asked, "Does your
wife do this?"
"No," he said, barely audible.
Paola shot a glance at Shannon but the woman wasn't even
watching. She had picked up another magazine and seemed more interested in it,
than her husband getting a blowjob fifteen feet away.
"Mr. Ron," she said, "when you're ready you
can cum in my mouth." Then on a whim she added, "I want to taste
it."
The man seemed to sink further down the cushions, but he
didn't stop fondling her tits. Even as Paola drew him ever closer to the brink,
his hands tugged, pinched, and stroked her flesh, until deep jabs of pleasure
shot through her. How long had it been since she'd been touched with such
hungry confidence? With a surreptitious glance toward Shannon, Paola snagged a
throw pillow, placed it between her legs, and began to grind.
In Paola's mind it was only the two of them. Shannon sat
nearby, Marisol sang and rattled pans in the kitchen, and Ana and Mayra buzzed
back and forth, but Paola's entire world was Ron's cock. She pumped as deeply
as she could manage, tickled and tugged his balls, and read the signs of his
arousal. His hips moved subtly at first, then more forcefully, and seemingly of
their own accord. Even breathing became rougher, then ragged, than gasping. He
was close.
Meanwhile, her own arousal grew. The power she held over the
man, her ability to coax him so swiftly from detachment to near release, was in
its own way intoxicating. His hands on her body coupled with her grind on the
stiff piping trim of the pillow were doing the rest.
"Paola," Ron groaned. "Oh, Paola;"
She wanted to respond, to moan his name back, but that would
break her rhythm. Instead, she did her best to grunt encouragement around his
cock. It worked.
Ron let out a sudden, harsh exhalation. His hands on Paola's
tits clamped down, and with a spasm, he shot a thick spurt of cum into her
mouth.
"Oh fuck!" he cried out. "Fah, huck!"
Though at first she jerked back in surprise, Paola's mouth
welcomed spurt after spurt of man-seed. She held the bounty in her mouth,
containing his cock and his cum while Ron gasped and bucked into her. It took a
full minute before the last of the tremors subsided; but just before they did,
Paola came too, her hips gyrating against the pillow. It wasn't an extravagant
orgasm but it was unexpected, a thrill and reward on a Saturday afternoon.
Her contract stated that she could spit out the cum, but
instead Paola opened her mouth to show Ron. Then making sure he watched, she
gulped it down.
She winked.
"Time for cleanup!"
Shannon's Review.
Ms. Shannon? This is Paola from Mais Oui.
Though she had nodded off while reading, Shannon woke when
her phone chimed. Good afternoon, she replied.
Shortly, you'll receive the standard reminder about our
services. I'm sorry to inform you that the promotional pricing for Ball
Emptying is no longer available. It would be at standard bundled price now.
I see. Mrs. Thorton texted back.
Paola texted back, But with your loyalty and bundled
discounts, I'd be happy to provide the service for the same rate you paid last
week. I'd just have to be discreet about it.
Shannon took a moment. If Mais Oui learned that one of their
crew was going behind their backs they would not be happy. Paola might even be
fired. But on the other hand, Ron had clearly enjoyed himself, and the idea of
pacifying him so conveniently once again, was too tempting to pass up.
Yes, let's do that. Thank you. It would be another
effortless week for her.
Ron's new concierge care.
Perhaps it should have surprised him more. For his wife to,
on a whim, let a young woman give her husband a blowjob, could be explained
away as a novelty. But for Shannon to invite Paola back, confirmed a pattern.
She was happy to outsource his sexual servicing. No surprise; since it had
become now almost impossible for Ron to coax her into bedtime play.
When the Mais Oui crew arrived, Paola now winks at Ron
before heading directly to up the master suite, to clean and tidy up. After her
co-workers had spread out into the other corners of the sprawling home she
signaled to Ron.
"It's nice to see you again, Mister Ron," she said
once they were alone. Ron had returned from his golfing foursome, that morning.
Shannon had just left for her weekly tennis court time, of one o' clock.
"Likewise!" If Ron wasn't imagining it, Paola had
given extra attention to her hair and makeup, and had already popped open the
first button on her top.
"Can I be honest?" Ron inquired.
"Of course!" Paola said, a wide, dimpled smile
spreading.
"I wasn't sure Shannon would let you, uh;"
Paola finished for him, "Suck your cock?"
"Yes, that."
She blushed then took a step closer, unbuttoned his shirt,
and ran her fingers through his chest hair. "I wasn't sure she would
either, but I'm glad."
They kissed, tentatively at first, then with urgency as
Paola pushed his shirt past his shoulders until it dropped to the floor.
"You know, I'll have to clean the shower anyway. Might as well use it
first."
Ron hastily agreed, then stepped back to watch Paola
undress. Keeping her eyes seductively on his, the Latina unbuttoned her top
slowly, giving him a show. The utilitarian cotton top wasn't sexy, but the body
beneath it was. Petite, slim, and soft, Paola's tits bounced when she removed
her bra, and the way she shook her hips as she tugged off the uniform trousers
was mesmerizing.
"Muy caliente!" Ron said.
Paola laughed. "You need to get naked too, Chico."
In the shower, there was as much kissing and groping as
there was washing. Paola was just as soft and sweet as Ron had imagined,
melting against him when he kissed her, and making little sighs when his hands
explored her body. She cooed when he tugged on her tits and didn't object when
he slipped a finger into her slit, to find it wet from something more than the
soapy water.
"Back to the bed," she said huskily.
He knew at once that something was different other than just
the shower. Ron lay back on the bed, but instead of bending to suck him Paola
flung herself on top, kissing his mouth and neck, and nuzzling against him. She
whispered, "I've been thinking about you."
"Oh?"
"Yes." Paola was grinding against him, wiggling
her hips to align their bodies. "Been thinking about this big boy,"
she added with a wink."
"So, not just a blowjob today? I thought that;"
"Don't think, Chico, just enjoy!" With a deft
touch, Paola lifted Ron's cock. When she pressed her tight, hot, shaved cunt
down a second later, wetness enveloped him. Ron opened his mouth to speak but
Paola shushed him with a finger across his lips, her expression mischievous.
She pushed, pulled back, and when she pushed again her slick pussy welcomed
even more of his cock into its depths.
Ron let it happen, sinking into the pillows while Paola
began to ride him. She ground and slid on him with such pleasure, such energy.
And she was wet. Had Shannon ever been so ready for him, so slick?
"You like that, Chico?" Paola asked then, not
waiting for an answer, kissed him.
He kissed her back. "You feel amazing."
"Yes?" Paola held the kiss, nibbling playfully at
Ron's lip. "You do too; that big thing."
"Big? Shannon never says that." In fact, Shannon's
cunt was now so loose that Ron rarely found it rigid enough to copulate without
straining himself to exhaustion.
Paola laughed softly, tossing her fine black hair to the
side so it tickled and teased Ron. "She don't like dick, Chico. Wife who
pays someone else to fuck her husband, don't care about him."
But Ron's new lover liked dick. Paola rode him vigorously,
finding new angles to enjoy his cock while taking breaks to press in close
alongside him to kiss and nibble his mouth and neck.
"I just thought she was being nice to me. Sometimes
she's too busy."
"No, Mister Ron. Should I call you that?"
"Just Ron is okay."
"I'd like that too, Ron." Paola centered herself
on him, kissing his mouth wetly while she pumped. "You have a good job, I
think."
"Yes. I'm the one that pays the bills."
"That's what I thought." She was going slowly now,
keeping them both from tumbling toward orgasm. Paola's tits and hair brushed
Ron, teasing and tickling him. "She's paying me with your money,
right?"
"I never thought of it that way."
"So, I'd like to make a bet with you, Ron." She
met his eyes, a playful twist to her mouth.
"What?"
"My bet is that I can make you cum twice before the
rest of the crew finishes their work."
Ron groaned, signaling that he was already close to a first
release. "What if you do?"
"Then you listen to a proposal I have."
"I don't see a downside."
"There isn't one, Chico, but I need you to do one thing
first."
"Oh?"
"Take control and finish me strong. Think you can do
that?"
There was no need for more talk. Ron put a hand on Paola's
shoulder and rolled her off of him. He raised one of her leg's high and smacked
her ass, drawing a surprised yelp and a giggle, then guided her into doggy
position. As he reentered her, Paola let out a low groan.
"Oh like that, Chico. Get it!"
Though he grew dangerously close to release, Ron gave Paola
the treatment she craved, driving forcefully into her from behind, their bodies
slapping together. The Latina turned her head to peer back at him, but soon her
eyes closed to slits and she sagged deeper into the covers.
"Papi," she moaned. "Oh Papi fuck me!"
Ron turned the corner, letting the cum boil up toward the
tip of his cock. With a harsh exhalation he drove the final few strokes deep,
then came. The exhalation turned into a groan and then a howl as cum erupted,
flooding Paola's already dripping pussy. The Latina cried out, succumbing to
bliss and collapsing her shoulders down on the bed, as her thighs shook, weak
with orgasm. Half a minute later, his own strength depleted, Ron sagged against
her.
"So," Ron said, his breath still uneven,
"what was that proposal you had for me?"
"Ron!" Paola jabbed a finger into his side.
"That was only if I made you cum twice."
The two were laying on top of the tangled covers, still
recovering. Ron chuckled. "Sure, but after that, no way I'll cum again.
Not that I'm complaining."
"Don't you remember two weeks ago?" Paola lifted
Ron's soft cock and gave it a squeeze.
"That was amazing," Ron admitted as the young
Latina fondled his organ. "But that was still just one pop."
"Oh, Chico, you got no idea what I can do."
Paola adjusted her position on the bed, bent to Ron's lap,
and drew his cock into her mouth. After a few heartbeats she slowly slid her
mouth away then back onto him, once again cocooning his co
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