Tales of a house cleaner with libido.

By Dina Petro - Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

Impotence Therapy for a grieving man.Frank’s lost love took a toll on his manhood.

I clean homes as a business. Some clients are on a regular schedule, but some new requests come in; either for one-time services or as a new recurring client.

The minute I walked into Frank’s house for a cleaning job, he was awkwardly eyeing my body, checking me out, top to toe. He was a big flirt as well. He was an older man of mid-fifties, tall in size with an athlete body. He was wearing athletic Navy blue sweatpants and a red tee shirt.

All of his eying and flirting actions were from a distance. He did not get anywhere near me while I was working. I have to admit I was flirting back and acting as loose as I could.

Of course, the outfit I was wearing was sexy. It consisted of a lose top and a short, knee high skirt. Being a good-looking woman in my late twenties with silky soft white skin; I must have been a point of interest of that naughty older man who seemed to be a ‘twat-hungry’ man from the first minute I met him. I carried in my assortment of cleaners, machines and other supplies.

I was about to start cleaning the major living room which was open to the kitchen. It still had a small Christmas tree from the last Christmas, a couple months ago. I confirmed the list of rooms and processes requested, and the full charges for the day’s work.

He approached me direct this time saying “Julie, I am sure you have noticed my eyeing your body wherever you go. I really like what I see very much, but I hope I did not bother you or harass you other than eyeing your body and flirting with you?”

I giggled saying, “No, you did not Sir. I did not complain either, did I?”

He smiled saying, “No you did not, but I have a very special request which I am going so spill out directly without going around the bush, if I may?”

I said, “Well, go ahead Sir, say it, I will be honest and direct forward as well by answering you.”

He said, “I have an offer for you, if you finish the rest of your cleaning job bottomless, I would pay you ‘time and a half; of what we had agreed.”

I did not give any reaction right away, I happen to be a sex-loving whore, besides, I do this kind of low-paying job for the purpose of getting better tips, no matter what it would take to make those tips. So, showing my body or at certain situations offering my body, is sometimes part of that. I wasn’t truly shocked from hearing his request, it wasn’t the first time a client asked me for such thing, but I acted shocked, not disgusted, and without losing my smile. Then I said, “What do you mean sir, and how could I do that?”

He smiled saying, “Oh, you know what I mean Julie. But for the ‘how’ part, it is easy. Just drop your skirt down, make your panties follow it and continue working like that. Don’t hide your lovely womanhood. Simply be comfortable showing me your goodies.”

I said, “I would be literally nude by then. I am not wearing any bra.”

He smiled saying, “What a nice piece of information. I would love that, but you still can keep wearing your top; as per our deal.”

I was silent but grinning. Thinking about it for a while, I wanted to do it by all means. The money he offered was very tempting, but I did not want to sound like a cheap desperate whore. I said, “I am sorry, sir. I can’t do that, I need the money, I have a lot of needs. But how could I ever display my body like that?”

He shocked me by insisting and increasing the money offer to double the cleaning pay, which finally made me approve of his request without any further hesitation. I found myself wanting to do it, especially since I happen to actually be a sex-loving whore; and it was my chance to seduce an older man by building a lusty fire in his loins.

 I said, “Okay, Frank. You’ve got yourself a deal.” I looked him in the eyes and grinned, then took my skirt off and dropped my panties down, right where I was standing. I loved watching his lustful reaction as I stepped toward him, then turned and bent over at the waist to pick up my garments. I continued working the duties like that, as if nothing happened.

The man laid down on the couch, propping his neck and head up by a huge headrest. I sure was acting like a slut, I made sure my back was always facing him while I was doing lots of pending over and getting on my knees as I mopped and cleaned the floor areas, making sure my fully bare assets, ass, trimmed cunt and all; were in full display for his ‘cunt hungry eyes’. My walking about the place was quite sultry and with lots of sway in my ass.

Frank was getting an instant hard-on. A few minutes later, he was bold enough to pull his cock out from under his sweat pants and started massaging it. It was a beautiful phallus with a wide head and thick veiny shaft. It pointed straight up.

 I acted as if I did not notice or see him, but I was looking at it through the corner of my eyes without him noticing me. Finally, I looked at his cock smiling, and said, “What the hell are you doing Frank?”

He said, “Oh, Julie; I hope that doesn’t bother you. I am trying not to bother you, as per our deal. But just eyeing you, to be honest, this is the first time I’ve been able to get my cock hard and big for a long time. I couldn’t help it, sorry.”

I was smiling, still looking straight at his hard cock and saying, “It is okay. It is a nice cock by the way. I bet it hurts. It’s showing all of its veins and looks like it could burst from the pressure, or trying to get out of its skin, I noticed how hard it is getting.”

He said, “Yes, you are right, it is hurting me, but my balls are in more pain. I have to admit to you, I am living my most pleasurable moments since my late lovely wife passed away last December. I wasn’t even dreaming to see such a gorgeous body with breathtaking cunt and ass like yours. Suddenly my cock seems to be asking for attention. That is why I am massaging it myself, at least”

I grinned again saying, “You are making me feel guilty for making it that hard. I can take care of it? I can give it a little tenderness or relieve it right away. But only if you want me to?”

With a wide-open mouth of a shock he said, “Want you to do that? I would love for you to do it! If you would, please, I would be the happiest man ever.”

I walked closer to him, knelt on the couch next to his feet, then bent down and gave the shiny phallic crown a little kiss, while looking him straight in the eyes. Then I softly said, “But I am sure you understand that riding your cock and getting fully fucked;  it rightly should increase my tip considerably more. It is not part of our agreed deal, is it?”

I knew I was acting like a real hooker by then, and I sure sounded like one, asking for extra money to be fucked by him. But what the heck, I had started it and wanted to benefit from it even as I secretly lusted for it. Besides, I knew by getting him turned on that much, and him wanting to fuck me so bad; he would never refuse anything I was about to ask for.

He moaned loudly saying, “Oh God, yes of course, let us say triple, instead of double the amount of the original contract.”

For what, Frank?” I wanted a clear set of terms.

“Uh, for riding my cock and making me cum while fucking you.” Frank said with a bashful tone.

“Sweetie, if you could put the money in my bag now, I’ll make you happy, Frank.”

Frank walked into his office, his shaft swaying horizontally. He came back naked with a check and dropped in in my bag, then retook his place on the couch. I took the opportunity to remove my blouse and check my appearance in the entry mirror. As I walked into the living room with my ass and tits swaying, I looked at the happy man with a sultry expression. His cock was still extra firm and I did my best not to look too impatient to ride him.

I didn’t want to waste any time on oral sucking or anything else. I had a feeling he may cum fast. The poor guy seemed to be so happy that his cock was finally working again. He was so proud of his manhood, and he certainly had a cock to be proud of, getting it that hard.

 I just lifted my legs over his, saddled his body. Then I looked him in the eyes and smiled. I held his cock in my hand and started sliding his tip across my cunt lips, to be sure I was wet enough for the two of us. His huge veins were rigid and I knew it was going to add to my cunt’s pleasure.

Then I was lowering my body onto it.  After I lined my cunt up with his cock, I felt it pressing my outer cunt lips open. When I rubbed a little, he started lifting his hips up higher, trying to fuck me fast and he screamed, “Please let it go inside, I want to fuck that sweet cunt of yours so bad!”

I applied some pressure over his cock allowing it to start sliding in my already engorged and slippery wet cunt. I kept at it till he was balls deep in my cunt, I rested over his cock a little, watching the excellent look of satisfaction over the older man’s face while he was closing his eyes. I was enjoying the feeling of his cock stretching my cunt’s inner walls. Then I started dancing over his cock, up and down, nonstop.

Frank was fucking me, and I was riding his cock like the real whore I am. We were both pushing in and out till he was screaming, asking if he could cum inside my cunt, I screamed “No, please don’t, but you can Cum over my tits or in my mouth if you like” he couldn’t choose, he had no time for it, he pulled out of my cunt and was shooting his cum loads over my firm tits, lips, cheeks and everywhere he could. He had months of cum bursting in ropes of white cream.

I got off him, got on my knees and sucked his cock dry and clean again. I went to the bathroom for a quick clean up.

When I came back, Frank was semi flaccid and smiling contentedly.