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.

As I worked, Frank told me of his grief and the loss of his active sex life, since his beautiful wife passed away. He said he’s been impotent since her death, until I arrived, today.

When I finished the housecleaning, I looked at the check in my bag. It also had an extra envelop next to it, with the word ‘tip’ written on it.  I turned to him and noticed he was now sound asleep with a beautiful soft cock and balls resting nicely. I bent down and took his warm soft cock in my mouth and gently sucked him deeply, while my tongue gently and repeatedly made swallowing motions.
Within a few minutes his cock was waking and stretching into my throat. I used my lips to firmly squeeze his shaft while I pulled halfway out. Frank was awake now, but gently massaging my wavy hair and saying nothing.

I reached a thumb and finger around the base of his shaft and began a rapid pistoning of his thick and stiff cock. His breathing became halted and his thighs went stiff. As his ball sack constricted, I knew his load was about to erupt.  Felt the thick cream slide down my esophagus, as Frank’s cock ceased it’s pulsating.

I gently rolled my tongue around his beautiful cock for a few moments while his breathing slowly relaxed.

I gently arose and let his shaft plop down on his pelvis.

“Frank.” I gently said. “You have a beautiful and very virile cock. You’re a wonderful and gentle man. I’m glad I was able to help you with two services, this trip.”

I then leaned up and kissed him on the lips and left his house.

By Dina Petro for An E Story

The Cleaning Lady’s Preferred UniformThe housewife allowed me to wear slutty lingerie while working.Forward

 I've been taking on some part-time work to help out my financial situation, using a local service to connect with local folks who have specific work needing to be done.

I focused on house cleaning since I'm very good at it and it usually turns into a recurring gig and steady reliable work with folks that I connect well with.

A house cleaning service for a few hours was requested from the freelance contractor’s service office, They called me and I said I would be there on time. Evidently, this client did a deep dig on the references for several cleaning services, and I was specifically requested by the Hilmersons.

 When I reached the given address, rang the doorbell of the luxurious home. The door was opened for me by a good-looking middle-aged house wife, “Good evening Mrs. Hilmerson, I am Julie, your cleaning lady” I said.

Mrs. Hilmerson smiled, asked me to come in saying, “Please; call me Melinda.”

Mrs. Hilmerson briefed me on what was supposed to be done and I went to work right away.

 About half an hour later, Melinda walked to me saying, “Julie, I hope you don’t mind me leaving you alone and on your own. I am sure you already know what to do, and you seem good at it as well. I have some important social club matters to handle for a couple of hours.”

I smiled saying, “Of course Melinda, go right ahead, but I have a request please?”

She said, “Please, by all means, say it Julie.”

I said, “Since I will be all alone in the house, can I wear something more comfortable for me to work in, maybe it is not customary for my job, but it feels very comfortable and makes me feel free. Plus, I move about faster.”

She giggled saying, “of course darling, you are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable, even if you wanted to work naked.”

We both laughed. Then I said, “not to that extent, but it is very close to that anyway.”

She pointed at a close-by bedroom saying, “Okay, go ahead, get changed while I get ready as well, let me see that outfit, you are making me so curious about.”

I took my bag with me, got in the room, then striped down to my outfit which was a simple black, totally see-through, and a high rise thong, made of the same material, totally transparent showing almost all of my Brazilian assets. I packed my pleated skirt and polo back into the bag. This matching minimal Ensemble allows me to feel more energetic and limber as I move around the house I also feel so damn sexy, which gives me even more energy to do my job.

When I walked out, Melinda was already out waiting for me, she looked at me totally shocked, then smiling while checking my body out, top to toe, thoroughly.

 She giggled saying, “Hey woman, that looks so hot on you. I almost feel turned on being a woman. What if a man sees you like that?”

I giggled saying, “thanks, so sweet of you to say so, does it really look hot? I know it is a slutty outfit, but it makes me feel totally free while working; almost naked, like you said.”

She said, “I like it, yes of course it looks so hot on you, but make sure the front blinds are closed. You don't want any prudish neighbors to see you like that. The only person who has the ability to unlock that door is my husband, who is not due until late this afternoon; but;”

I said, “But what?”

She smiled saying, “well, he has the habit of showing up without prior notice, but that happens only  once every couple weeks, and if he walks in and sees you like that; Girl you will likely get seduced; even if you had an army to protect you, Julie.”

I almost screamed, “What? Let me change back into my clothes then.”

She giggled saying, “No honey, you got me wrong. I have no problem with you staying like that even if Carl came, as long as you don’t hold me despise me for what he talks you into?”

Then she continued saying, “I mean, you have nothing to worry about, even if you stayed dressed like that. He will not force you into anything. When Carl comes home unannounced, it is because he is so horny with a stiff cock; and he is big, Julie. He would pull my hand, walk me to the bedroom, strip me naked, and fuck me like there is no tomorrow.”

I said, “but you are his wife, he has the right to do it to you. Why would he do it to me? I can’t cheat on you behind your back and in your own house; no matter what he says to me.”

Melinda walked closer to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a little peck on the cheek; whispering, “Honey, do not worry about cheating on me, I am okay with it. Honest, if he likes you, he would give you no chance to refuse anyway.” I have more regular fucking than my fuck-holes can recover from. He’s got enough libido for sharing.

Melinda gave me a little playful pat on my ass; smiling and saying, “honey, I am out, have fun whatever it is” and she rushed out the door.

I stood there, amazed!

Damn it! Melinda had left me with lots of urges on my mind, but none of them is to change back into my other outfit.

 I mean, I am a slut who loves sex. She said he was sex-loving man, and he is big too. Besides, she said she didn’t mind if her husband fucked me, so my final decision was to go on working in my sexy, slutty outfit. And I was willing to take the risk, or should I say, I was hoping it would happen.

Anyway; Less than half an hour later, my heart beats were racing much faster when I heard the keys jangle, the door click, and the knob twisted,

‘Wow! That was fast,’ I thought.

I was standing by the sink, turned around to find out who it was.

My heart almost stopped beating when a good looking, tall, middle-aged man walked in, He closed and locked the door behind him. He froze there for a minute after saying “Hi.”

Then he walked slowly towards me saying, “I could almost guess you are the cleaning woman, but you can’ be, can you?”

I nodded saying, “Yes, I am. Why can’t I be?”

He was boldly and bravely checking my whole body out, top to toe. I was a little embarrassed.

 I was almost nude in front of his hungry eyes. True, I tried to cover my tits with one hand and my cunt with the other one; but I was still semi-nude anyway. He pushed both of my hands away from their places, saying, “because you don’t look like a cleaning woman, my dear. You look like a beauty queen, honestly.”

I almost giggled saying, “What? How does a cleaning woman look in your opinion?”

He smiled saying, “old, fat, ugly; but you are totally different. You look like the sexiest woman on the face of the earth. Don’t even tell me your job is cleaning houses and such.”

I said, “well, maybe it is not my major job, but I do it to make the extra money; that is all. I hope that is okay with you, Sir.”

He smiled saying, “Wrong ma’am. Any beauty queen like you would not clean houses and kitchens for the extra money.”

I said, “what else should I clean, then?” My eyes drifted to his crotch as I realized I had set up his next tawdry response.

He looked me straight in the eyes with the most erotic, hungry look I have ever seen; saying, “I think you should get on your knees and clean cocks, my darling.”

By then his hands were already touching me and feeling my body all over. He felt my bare tits after he had pushed the top aside. His other hand went over my hips, then up over my ass and upper thighs. But surprisingly enough, I didn’t do anything to stop him, I was just watching him, barely trying to pull back from him; and my ass was glued to the kitchen counter behind me.

That was an answer I had never expected to come that fast from him, but I was an experienced slut, and without thinking about it I found myself saying, “And you don’t expect that for the same prices Sir, do you?”

I mean, I think I blew it right there, I shocked myself by such slutty, whore-like answer, it was a damn implication that I approved of his suggestion if he paid me commensurately.

He looked at me with a wide naughty smile, as if he loved my reaction. He unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and pulled out an almost foot long, rock hard cock. He flashed it to my eyes first, then he placed both of his hands over my shoulders saying, “No my darling. And call me Carl, please. Miss Julie, I don’t expect it for the same pay, I expect it to be at least ten times the cleaning girl’s pay. I am fully prepared to accept any mutual terms you set, just get on your knees and start cleaning my cock, please.” He softly was pushing me downwards towards his erect cock.

Surprisingly enough, I got on my knees, felt his lovely cock, I admired it and massaged it a bit first.

Then I got closer and wrapped my lips around it and started sucking on it.

Slowly first, all while my eyes were looking him straight in the eyes, Just like a whore. I guess only whores would suck a stranger’s cock while looking him straight in the eyes, without a word said from my side. I was intent on giving him the blowjob of his life.

I never had the pleasure of pleasuring a cock this big. I'd never forgive myself for not doing my very best to make it memorable for him.

I was giving him the blow job of his life, which he seemed to like very much, I could tell from his reactions and loud moans, he managed to get rid of all of his clothes while I was sucking his cock. I had never been with a cock this big, or a man this virile.

Then he stopped me, and held my hand. Pulling me up, he turned me around, asking me to lean on the kitchen counter; and started licking my cunt and ass. He was giving my cunt a lick and my ass a rim that I loved the best ever. I came so fast for the first time and he was doing a great job licking all of the honey juices flowing out of my cunt.

He got up, rubbed his cock head to my fully lubricated cunt and started pushing its head into my cunt, slowly and carefully till he was balls deep in me. He fucked me so deep, fast, and hard till I came again.

He switched positions and fucked me in a standing face-to-face position for another ten minutes or so before he got me on the table, on my back, and fucked me again. Lifting my legs over his shoulders, making sure every single inch of his long, fat cock was sinking so deep in my dripping twat.
My cunt was stretched tightly, full of his thick girth and long length.

He pulled out of me, got me up and leaning away from the counter but leaning way over with my arms and head resting on the counter, standing doggy style. He got down on his knees and started licking and rimming my ass hole, pushing a finger then two inside of me.

He must have noticed and loved my reactions to that which was lots of joy with high sound moaning and shaking. Finally, he got up behind me and started rubbing his cock head to my swollen, wet cunt lips, to make sure his big rod was well lubricated.

Then his marvelous shaft moved to my welcoming asshole, trying to enter in my rear fuck hole with his thick ramming rod.

Before pushing it in, he whispered in my ear, “I know this would increase the tip you’ll be getting, if you don't mind my saying that I would love to fuck your ass if it's okay with you?”

I guess I didn’t have to say anything by then. My reactions of moaning, shaking my ass right and left, then pushing it back against his cock, was enough for him.

 He started pushing his cock, inch at a time, inside my back fuck hole; till he was balls deep in my ass.

He froze a moment then fucked me like there was no tomorrow. He shocked me by being one of the best fuckers I had ever had!

He took his time to cum, but when he did he had rewarded me with a huge load of cum placing it all up into my ass, then more on my ass-cheeks.

I scooped some of the cum and placed it between my lips, sucking on my fingers while looking him straight in the eyes. Smacking, winking, and naughtily saying, “Can I go back to work now?

He caught his breath while I finished my snacking.

Finally, I asked; “What about your wife, who was here not long ago?”

He smiled saying, “Well, yes you can go back to work, I will clean up and go back to work, too.

Actually I expected to fuck my wife and go back to work, but I am glad I found you instead of her, she doesn’t show that much enthusiasm as you did towards being fucked.

You are way more into ass-fucking than she is. But in her defense, It can be painful when it becomes a daily routine.

I was stunned! “How often are you getting serviced, Carl?”

“Well, Melinda tries to make sure my balls are drained early each morning. She could teach grad school classes on fellatio. Most days I can make it until I get home. But some days I just have to come home for lunch, like today.”

“So, Does Melinda let others help her service your libido?”

I won’t talk about it, but you can go ahead and talk to her if you want, she would not mind, I bet she would give you a big ‘thank you’ kiss for helping her out, today.”

He stepped away and I finished packing up.  I wonderd what he would have done, today, with his wife gone to the country club luncheon? If I had refused his advances, he’d be frustrated by his wife being gone.

 His phone buzzed and caught my attention, there on the kitchen counter. I looked over at the screen. It had a text from Melinda. It said “How was she?”  

What the hell? She set me up so she could have some ‘girl time’?

In the message above it, from an hour ago, Melinda said’ “You might want to meet our sexy new house cleaner, while she’s at the house. I’ll go to the club so you two can get to know each other.”

I smiled, thinking to myself, I bet she doesn’t mind either, The hell with pretenses! How could she give up such a great cock that I have enjoyed feeling and tasting in every fuck hole I had, I washed up in the nearest bathroom, put my “fuck me” outfit back on and got back to work.

Carl was already gone, but he did not forget to place a great amount of tips on the kitchen counter for me with a little note saying, “Thank you, Julie. You are the best cleaner; ever!”

Fortunately I finished the housework before Melinda returned. This was going to take me some pondering. Was I going to be the designated hitter? Was I a substitute cunt for when Melinda needs a respite?

I pressed the lock button and secured the door on my way out.

I'd rather that Carl be the one to answer Melinda's questions about what happened.

If I come back, it'll be because everyone is happy with the arrangement that occurred this afternoon.

They were; and I did; plenty of times. 

That was just what happened on my first servicing of my newest clients.

By Dina Petro for An E Story

A Hungry man in the houseA surprise quickie for Julie.

I pulled up near the garage, at the new client’s house. I punched the code he provided, and the garage door opened. Walking into the home, I saw the note on the kitchen counter and I proceeded to my work. An hour or so, later, I was doing my routine cleaning Job in the client’s kitchen when the man of the house, caused me to startle. I wasn’t aware he was home at 11 AM. He stood at the kitchen entry, saying, “Hi, Julie. I’m Bill. I don’t want to get in your way, so would you be sweet enough to prepare me a quick meal? I know you are not a cook and it is not part of your job, but I will tip you good for it, and I am so hungry!”

I said, “Of course Sir! You didn’t have to bribe me with tips to do a simple and quick humanitarian service for you?” Give me a moment to make you a sandwich. Bill was staring at my ass the whole time.

We both laughed as he walked away. Only two minutes later, before I had started preparing his meal, the boss walked back in with a  bag of pretzels and a smile, saying; “I tell you what, Julie; forget the meal, I found a stash of snacks in the game room.”

Now he was watching my pendulous tits swaying as I swept up a mess on the floor.

“But I need another, ah, ‘humanitarian’ service, if you would?” He had a smiling naughty face on, winking an eye while saying that.

What I need to mention is that, the guy was a real good-looking man of early thirties. He’s an athlete, with a big man’s look that would make any woman drool to have him in her bed! But to be honest, I wasn’t thinking that way at that moment.

 I said, “Of course Sir, anything for you. You name it and I would do it without thinking twice.”

He grinned like he had me trapped, but before he could respond, I committed myself even more. “But why did you change your mind about the meal? I would happily prepare it so fast for you.”

I was now facing the counter, working while talking to him, with only my head turned towards him, as he stood past the end of the counter. I was washing my hands and wiping them dry.

He smiled walking closer til he was almost glued to my body from behind, he wrapped his arms around my waist and planted a kiss over my cheek saying, “I changed my mind because I think I am in need for something else instead of food, I have just decided to make you my meal instead.”

I nearly wet my pants from my horniness. But I’ve learned to never look too eager, at the beginning.

Bill slid both hands down my belly and along my inner thighs.  “Don’t you chicken out on me. You have just said you would do anything for me, right?”

While saying that, his hands were roaming all over my body, almost feeling and rubbing every asset he could reach over my clothes, I giggled looking at my fondled tits, saying, “But I am not dressed in anything seductive or seminude to make you that horny, Sir.”

Mind you, he was a total stranger to me, and it was the first time I work at his house or even meet him. My nipples can be so sensitive at certain times of the month, and I felt a massive orgasm coming. I rested my elbows on the edge of the counter and spread my legs apart. Sometimes I pass out if my orgasm comes on too powerfully.

Before giving me a chance to say anything else, and before answering me; he was on his knees behind me and under my skirt.

He moved my panties aside and started licking my cunt, my anus, and inner thighs, I have to admit I wasn’t about to stop him or push him away, because I happen to be one hell of a sex-loving slut who would never say ‘no’ to being licked or fucked, especially by a handsome, strong, athletic man like Bill. I started to really like what he was doing to my cunt, I loved his courage and direct forward method of approach. Besides, as I have said earlier, he was the dream man of any woman.

 Instead of rebelling or fighting him, I bent down onto the counter, spreading my legs further giving him better access to my assets under my skirt. My moaning was getting louder, as a sign of enjoying what that man was doing down below.

In between licks, and kisses to my cunt and ass, I heard him saying, “It is not your outfit that got me so horny. It is the truly gorgeous body under it.”

I giggled in between moans. He was doing a great job eating my cunt and asshole. He was tugging my clothes off me, one piece after another. At the same time, he was taking his polo shirt and tennis shorts off, as well. He briefly stood up as he pulled off my knit blouse in one smooth movement. My hard nipples poked out like large acorns. They were so sensitive!

When he got me down to only my panties on, he turned me and lifted me up onto the counter. He settled me against the corner cabinet and yanked off my panties, then spread my legs. Finally, he started an outrageous job of cunt eating, til I was shaking and trembling all over, having my first orgasm, wetting that big muscular, gorgeous man’s lips.

He helped me down, kneeling on the kitchen floor. He laid on his back and pulled my over him and we started a lovely sixty-nine.

I was sucking his lovely, rock-hard, long and thick cock! He was eating my cunt again, this time he had my clit swelling in his tight lips. His tongue began flicking my cunt button, rapidly.

 Then he asked me to ride his Cock. I saddled up and galloped that stallion! We got into a synchronized rhythm and he started pumping upward, hard and deep into my hot cunt. He fucked me damn good till I came again.

He helped me up again and fucked me standing doggie, laying over the kitchen table.

He was changing positions every 10 to 15 minutes of fucking me; like a fuck machine.

He had the strongest sex drive I had ever had.

 He fucked my mouth, cunt, and ass; till I was sore everywhere. Not that I am complaining, If you know me well, you’re aware how much I love sex in all of my three fuck holes and more.

I was enjoying it to the fullest extreme by then. He was ready to cum while I was having yet another orgasm same time. He pulled out of me and pushed his cock into my mouth, I squeezed lots of cock thick, creamy juices. It went nto my mouth, over my face, hair, tits and everywhere else. His hot ropes of jizz drizzled on my sweaty, horny body.

When done, we relaxed a few minutes without any word.

Then I just picked my clothes up and waddled to the nearest bathroom, cleaned up and put my clothes back on, when I came back, he was all dressed and coming down the hall, from his office. He smiled at me saying, “Thank you, Julie. I loved it. I hope you did too?”

I nodded smiling with a red face. My throat was still sore from his throat fucking. I was moving slow from how much his cock reamed my ass open wide. I smiled and in a raspy voice I whispered; “I never knew a man’s tongue could do such things!”

“I really miss fucking, Julie” Bill’s eye’s watered as he choked up. “Camille left me 3 months ago.  She went full lesbian. Yeah, I got really good at eating out a woman. But she finally told me that she thinks a man’s body is gross.”

I hugged him while he cried softly.

He said, “Julie, it is clean enough. Just consider it finished. You have done much more than I have ever expected anyway. I know you might want to go home and soak in a warm bath. You can leave if you want, just put things away and call it good, til next time.”

He walked to where my purse was, on the entry table, and shoved a fat envelop into it that he had prepared while I was in the bathroom, I took my purse, kissed him on the cheek without any further words, and walked out of his door.

When I checked the envelope, it had more money that 3 of my normal cleaning fees. That made me so pleased. And my cunt and tits felt so pampered. My throat and ass; not so much.

Based on the posts by Dina Petro for An Erotic Story