Yes, life was good. Since her main job was still cleaning houses, she took regular clients that just wanted their house cleaned. So when she came into work one day and found that there was a guy asking for a cute foreign brunette, she took it over the ones that wanted schoolgirls or secretaries. It was her favorite outfit to work in and she had another client later in the day who had requested it. She got dressed and headed over in her work car, her aunt’s beat up Oldsmobile. When she got there, she discovered it was just an apartment. She sighed and realized the guy inside was probably poor and wouldn't be tipping her well, but she put on a happy face and decided to make the most of it. She thought for the tenth time this month that maybe she should quit this job and become a call girl for the guys that frequented her now, and just work off references. She put the thought out of her head for now, and walked up the stairs to the door. She rang the doorbell and waited patiently. When the door opened, a good looking guy in his mid 20s opened the door. He was tanned, about six feet tall, with short hair and a cute smile. He looked her up and down, and then said, "Hi! Are you the cleaner?" She thought about saying, “No, I just walk around in a French maid outfit for fun,” but she used her canned response , in heavily accented English.
"My name is Sophie. I clean house." She never used her real name for this job.
"Oh, you speak English?" This was her favorite part, getting to play the part of a foreigner and getting away with it.
"No, I clean house."
"Oh, Bonjour! Je m'appelle Caleb." His accent was atrocious, but the thought was there.
"Cay-lob, I clean house?" she asked, sweetly. He let her in and she put her purse down, which contained the Taser she had used when guys got too frisky. When he closed the door behind her, she took another look at him. He was very handsome, just her type of guy. He was more muscular than she had first thought, and seemed very light on his feet. She noticed some well used boxing equipment in the corner and figured it was probably his form of stress relief. She tried not to check him out again, but she had a thing for fighters. She concentrated on not staring and got to work picking up his laundry. He only had shirts lying on the floor so she knew he had picked up a little for her. The idea of cleaning up for the maid tickled her, but she appreciated it anytime a client did it. She found some dress shirts on the floor and put them in his bin. Definitely not a rich guy, but probably a pretty well off bachelor, she thought. While dusting, she came across a check from his company for $1000. Okay, not bad, so maybe he could afford her. He was pretending to watch TV, but wasn't doing a very good job of hiding the fact that he was staring at her. She could handle that, it was part of the deal after all, but she found herself feeling turned on by his eyes.
She decided to give him a little show, bending over where he could see, reaching a little higher than necessary to dust, enjoying watching him. He was trying so hard not to stare it was impossible not to like him. She wanted to see more of what he would do, so she got on her tippy toes to clean the ceiling fan. Wouldn't you know it, the dear got a step ladder for her to use. “And I thought chivalry was dead”, she mused. Claire stepped up the ladder and he went and got her a wet cloth. Wow, she thought, he's is the first guy who actually did something to help. He was quickly climbing the ranks as one of her favorite customers. His looks were definitely helping him become a favorite too. His t-shirt showed off his arms and the way he moved around the room made her temperature rise. Definitely a fighter.
She traded him the cloth for the duster, and really got to cleaning the fan. All of a sudden, she felt something brush against her legs. It was her feather duster, and it was going higher and higher. Claire knew she was hard to resist, but could she resist this guy? He was just her type, had shown some manners, and now was showing initiative. Besides, she was having a hard time resisting those well muscled arms. She decided to wait and see how far he would go. When he grabbed her ass, she instantly got wet.
"Monsieur!" she squeaked at him, barely able to stay in character she was so turned on. She grabbed the feather duster back pretending to be angry rather than horny, wanting to see how far he was willing to go to keep her there.
"Sorry, um, um, desolee," he said. It seemed genuine and cute. She stopped just short of her purse, put her hand on the table and used her other hand to lift up her skirt.
"You like?" she asked. Claire had him right where she wanted him when he nodded his head quickly. She decided she'd give him a little discount. She wrote down $900, and gave him the paper.
"No, I can't." He frowned and looked frustrated. She pouted, sincerely disappointed, thinking maybe she had done something wrong. She went to leave, but he stopped her. He went into the back room, and she could hear him rooting through his things. He came back a moment later with $690. She laughed to herself, it was so much less than her going rate, and she might have asked him to go to an ATM if she knew that much French, but she was also so turned on that she would have considered doing it for free. Or at least a nice dinner.
"Oui," she said, as she tucked the money away, and came in for a kiss. He was obviously obsessed with her ass, and he grabbed at it immediately. She worked hard to keep that ass in shape and enjoyed having it played with and appreciated. He was a good kisser too. She found herself hungering for more than just his lips and mouth, and his hands felt good on her ass. He grabbed her hips and when he leaned back she wrapped her legs around him, feeling his growing erection. She could feel how strong he was as he lifted her up and carried her to his bedroom. If he wanted to get right down to it, she thought, so much the better, I've got other appointments today. When he set her down, she moved to the bed and again, got on her tip toes, showing him her lacy underwear. He took the hint and peeled her black lacy panties off, and as he kissed down her legs another shiver went through her. She stepped out of her panties, she spread her legs back open, and found his hand grazing her labia. The light touch sent shivers up her spine and fanned the fire growing deep inside her. When he started eating her out, she felt like someone had cranked the thermostat to high she was so hot and bothered.
It felt really good, even when his tongue brushed against her anus, something she didn't usually like. He went all over her crotch, finally settling on her clit, giving her the greatest sensations of pleasure. Little bolts of electricity kept shooting through her body as he licked and sucked on her. She let out a low moan as he found a rhythm and she felt herself climbing towards an orgasm. She concentrated on the amazing sensation of it building, growing and then the sweet moment right before release. A shock-wave rushed through her and left her dizzy. He scooted out from under her and turned her around gave her a kiss. She could taste her cum on his lips- salty and sweet. He then suddenly shoved her on the bed, turning her on even more, making her pussy even wetter. He then got between her legs and began licking her again with that tongue. She hadn’t been eaten out like this in a very long time. She grabbed his head in her hands, pushing his face into her crotch, trying to keep the pleasure rising. She felt him start touching her with his fingers, and then sliding one, then two fingers into her. It felt amazing to have him in her and she felt another orgasm sliding into place. When he found her g-spot, she lost all control of her breathing and arched her back with sheer pleasure as she came onto his fingers. She whimpered as he pulled his fingers out and stood up.
He gave her a little striptease while taking off his clothes, first his shirt, then his pants, and finally his underwear, releasing his massive cock. Oh my god, she thought, and even said it in French. She had never had to deal with one this big, and she was practically dripping now, looking at it- wanting it. He started to get on top of her, and she thought that there was no way that that would fit in her without her lubing it up, so she stood up, pushing him back as she did so. When he looked confused, she shoved him down, hoping that it would have the same effect on him as it had on her. She gave him her little strip tease too, only hers was shorter, with her just pulling down her top to expose her nice tits before a kiss. H
e looked at them hungrily, but he would have to wait.
She got on her knees and began to play with his cock, and finally she put it in her mouth, playing with it there. This was something that she was very good at and enjoyed doing. She hummed her favorite song as she sucked, and when she finally felt it was wet enough, she positioned herself on top of him. She teased him for a minute, something that she knew all her clients liked, but he surprised her by grabbing her and pushing into her. She gasped, not so rough, she wanted to say, but didn't know how to say it in French and didn’t want to break her cover. Soon however, she was getting into it, and his kisses and touches on her tits were driving her wild. She felt a pressure building within her, but managed to stay in character, saying "Oui,oui, oui." She felt her come building inside her, faster than before, and suddenly she released it with a little gush. She tensed up and relaxed, tensed up and relaxed, before finally collapsing on him. He motioned for her to lay on her side, and she was too horny to do any different. She took off all her clothes so that she wouldn't get them all sweaty or stained. He got behind her and fucked her. There was something animal about this man, about how he seemed to want all of her. He touched her and grabbed her all over. He ran his right hand all over her body. He touched her ass, the back of her leg, the inside of her leg, her clit, her belly button, her side. He ran his fingers across both tits, up to her neck, a gentle tug on her hair, before finally moving his fingers down her face to her chin. When he got to her chin, he grabbed it and pulled her face in for a kiss, one which she melted into. They locked tongues furiously, and grinded into each other that much harder. They looked deep into each other's eyes, as Caleb moved his hand from her chin to her mouth, and she began to suck on it like she sucked on his cock. Caleb took his other hand and pushed her over onto her stomach, and was inside of her again in a heartbeat. She was paralyzed with sexual pleasure, as he pounded her again and again and again. She tried to get up to do it doggy style, but again he took control and pushed her down and held her there, like an animal putting her where he wanted her. She was completely paralyzed, and as she moaned and writhed, he pumped into her. She could feel him swelling, getting ready to explode and was ready to let him do it inside of her she wanted it so badly. All of a sudden he pulled out, shooting cum across her back like a shotgun, soaking her already sweaty back in more bodily fluids. She was speechless, breathing hard, and unable to move, as he got up and went to the bathroom.
When he returned, he helped clean her up, and she smiled. Still has manners, she thought. Claire dressed and then watched him as he dressed, wondering if she could make him a regular, or maybe even more. A guy like this was hard to come by, Claire thought. She was torn. Half of her wanted to make it through graduate school, and keeping this guy around for freebies would kill the possibility of her continuing this line of work. She decided to give him the option. “Telephone?” she asked with her French accent, making the universal sign for talking on the phone. He smiled and handed her his cell phone, and she called her own number. When she heard her ring tone in her purse, she hung up, and saved the number in his phone as “Sophie”. He smiled as she got dressed, and when she was on her way out, she gave him another, sweeter, kiss. He did give her ass one last squeeze, and it was so nice that she was instantly wet again. She managed to restrain herself, since she had other customers that day. She turned and left. She knew it was possible she would never see him again, so she gave him the best show possible, as she sashayed her way out the door.
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