“This was by far the best work you have done so far, Sebastian. I may need to suggest your skills to my friends,” she whispered in my ear as she kissed me on the lobe and walked out of the room. I turned around, still naked, watching her walk up the steps. “See you Friday, Sebastian.” She disappeared up the steps.
I can barely remember getting dressed and driving out of her community. When I got home, I needed to take a cold shower and masturbate, twice. I hated to wash her scent off my face, being that it turned me on so much. I swore at any moment I was going to wake up from the incredible dream I was having.
Once I got out of the shower, I collapsed on my bed only wearing a towel. The white envelope was still tucked in my jeans, which were lying across the bed. I reached for the envelope and when I opened it, I noticed a white piece of paper. Sebastian:
Your work is impressive. I hope you will continue to give me 100%.
Mrs. Smith
Inside the envelope were five one-hundred dollar bills.
Chapter 2
For the next two days I had just two other customers, who legitimately just needed their house cleaned. I made one hundred and fifty dollars from each, and was happy that I was able to have it all for myself instead of splitting it with Karrie. When Friday came around, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back to the Smith’s house. I never got a call from anyone stating otherwise, so I packed up my work supplies and headed over. I never had an inkling that anything would happen between us again. Maybe I was being naïve, but I just assumed that it was a onetime thing.
Perhaps she had caught her husband cheating, or maybe she was just lonely and wanted to feel like a sexy cougar. Whatever the case was, I didn’t expect it to happen again. I wasn’t complaining, but after doing it and having a few days to soak it all in, I kind of felt horrible. She was a married woman and I wasn’t an idiot, I knew all women had secret desires, but I wasn’t about to wreck a marriage over a daytime fuck.
I knocked on the front door three times before letting myself in. Once inside, I called out to let anyone in the house know that I was there. With no response, and my bin of supplies in my hand, I headed upstairs toward the bathroom. The house was quiet, but I just assumed that maybe Mrs. Smith felt weird about our interactions at the beginning of the week, and perhaps went out with her friends, shopping or something. The bathroom door was closed, so I pushed it open and walked inside. There, lying in the tub, was Mrs. Smith, naked under a pool of bubbles.
Don’t look at her body. Just don’t do it. Holy shit! I can see a nipple peeking out from that glob of bubbles.
“Sebastian, I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve been expecting you.”
Even though I had seen this woman naked just days ago, I felt very uncomfortable, so I turned around and pretended to be looking through my bin. “Sorry, I didn’t know that you were in here, Mrs. Smith. Would you like me to clean another room until you’re finished?”
“No! I want you to wash me, Sebastian.”
I looked up at her, while she stared back at me. Her soft lips were semi-parted, and all I could think about was how they would feel around my hard cock. “You want me to what?”
“Sebastian, don’t be bashful. Take off your clothes and wash me.”
I calmly walked over to the double sink and set the bin of cleaning supplies down. I glanced in the mirror, deliberately giving myself a once over. My brown hair was disheveled from riding with the window down, and my brown eyes seemed blood shot, even though I had slept pretty good last night. I knew I could just walk out of the room and never look back. My mind was saying ‘walk away’, but my dick was saying ‘pounce on that shit’.
“Sebastian, darling, please hurry before the water gets cold.”
Without turning around, I started taking off my clothes, almost tripping on my jeans, as I tried to walk myself out of them. While approaching the tub, Mrs. Smith held out her arms to guide me inside of it.
She stared at me, looking from my face to my chest. “Do you work out, Sebastian?”
I looked down at my chest and arms. “I like to run in the mornings and I used to lift weights with my father.”
After watching me, and surveying every aspect of my body, Mrs. Smith held a huge grin on her face. “Is the water hot enough for you?”
The water was scorching hot. I should have noticed from the sweat that had formed across her chest, but the only thing that I was noticing was that if she slid up out of the bubbles, just one more inch, I would be able to see those perfect nipples again. The ones that I had in my mouth just a few days ago. Underneath the hot water, I could already feel my erection growing.
“Did you enjoy the taste of my pussy, Sebastian?” she asked while taking the tip of her foot and sliding it around my left shoulder.
This was insane. “Yes.”
“I want you to wash me.” She handed me a bottle of body wash and a soft cloth.
I grabbed the cloth out of her hand and squirted the soap into it, but before I could reach over to touch it to her skin, she climbed out of the tub and sat on the edge, exposing her full naked body to me. “What are you waiting for, Sebastian?” She rubbed her hands across her wet breasts, pleasuring herself in front of me.
I slid my body over, so I didn’t have to reach far, and began rubbing the cloth full of soap around her legs, one at a time. When I got close to her inner thigh, I noticed she was squeezing and pulling at each of her nipples, biting her lip as she watched my every move. “Just use your hands, Sebastian.”
I let the cloth drop into the hot, soapy water. With my wet hands, I was able to glide up her inner thighs. Once I reached the top, I let my hands barely touch the outer lips of her wet, soapy pussy. It was so smooth. I knew she probably paid a lot of money to have a Brazilian done at least once a week, or whatever amount of time you had to wait in between. Hell, I’m sure she had enough money to have that procedure where they removed the hair at the root and it never grew again.
Why was I even thinking about this stuff?
“Do you like my pussy, Sebastian?”
This time I was the one biting my lip. “Yes, it makes my mouth water.” Great, I just made myself sound like a thirteen year old.
“Did you think about my pussy this week, while you were doing other things?” She let go of her nipple and drug two fingers down to her wet folds, rubbing them back and forth.
“Yeah, I did.” Out of habit, I licked my lips.
“I thought about you licking my pussy, Sebastian. I want you to do it again.”
I started to move my face between her legs, but she closed them, preventing me from getting close enough. “Not yet. Finish washing me.” She stood in the tub, turning so that her ass was bent in front of my face.
I took both of my hands and ran them across her firm wet ass. The soap made it shine and I couldn’t help running my thumbs across both cheeks, sliding them down close to the crack. I continued rubbing her ass, and moving my thumbs further down to the beginning of her wet pussy. When I brushed against her lips, she pulled her body away from mine, adjusting herself to straddle my body in the tub. I could feel her slippery body floating on top of my hard dick.
“I want to fuck you, Sebastian. I want your hard cock inside of my pussy. Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yes.” My voice cracked like I was going through puberty.
“I can’t hear you, Sebastian. Do you want to fuck me?”
“Yeah.” I could feel her breathing, she was so close to my face. “I want to fuck that pussy.”
“Not yet, Sebastian. Sit up on the tub.” She slid her body away from mine. I was confused, but I did what she asked.
Once I sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, freezing and naked, she made her way between my legs. She ran her hands from my calves up to my thighs. The entire time she touched me, she stared at my hard cock and licked her lips repeatedly. Her breasts floated against the bubbly water, making it hard for me to concentrate on everything that was happening.
; “Do you want me to put my lips around your hard cock, Sebastian?”
Every time she said my name I felt like I could come all over her pretty little face. “Yes, I want that.”
One of her hands grabbed the base of my shaft. “Oh, you are so hard.” She took her tongue and drug it up my girth. She did this four times in a row, but never put my whole dick into her mouth. All I wanted was those puffy lips around my cock. I had beat off imagining this very scenario.
“Oh Sebastian, I love how hard you are for me. Do you want me to suck it?”
“Yes, please put it in your mouth.”
“Mmm, my pleasure.” She took my full erection into her mouth and slid her lips far down my shaft. As her head moved up and down, I could feel the power of her sucking me. Sometimes, she sucked on the tip so hard I wasn’t sure if it hurt or felt amazing. Every few strokes, she would release and lick the shaft before placing it back into her mouth. Her hand began stroking me and I knew at any moment that I was going to explode in her mouth.
She pulled away, almost knowing I was about to burst. “Are you close, Sebastian?”
“Yes, I am really close.” I blurted out.
“I want you to come all over my face.” She stroked my shaft harder, until I felt the rush of ecstasy flooding out of me and squirting all over her face. The little bit that didn’t land directly in her open mouth, was all over her face. When I collapsed, and had nothing left inside of me, I watched as she wiped my hot cream off her face and rubbed it all over her wet breasts. Then, she took her finger and sucked off the remaining come.
She ducked down into the water and washed any remnants of my explosion from her face. “You tasted so good, Sebastian.”
“Thanks.” I didn’t know what to say. Sure, I’d eaten broccoli a couple nights ago and I heard that helps sometimes with the taste.
“Perhaps you would like to taste my pussy again?”
You’re damn right I do!
As soon as she said it, my mouth started to water. What I really wanted to do was to fuck the shit out of her, but I needed to regain some strength before I gave my dick another go.
I lifted her up and out of the water as I sunk my face into her wet soapy pussy. Even with the dripping water, I could taste her sweetness as soon as my tongue sunk deep into her slit. She moaned with anticipation, probably remembering how fast I got her off the last time I did this. I let my tongue slide in between the folds, gathering up her essence.
“Please don’t stop, Sebastian. Fuck me with your tongue,” she moaned out loudly.
I stuck my tongue as deep as it would go, while my fingers rubbed her clit, sending her into gasping convulsions. I could feel her legs tightening around my body, as her ass thrust up and down.
I drug my tongue up her slit once more, filling my mouth with her juices. “You taste so good.” I lifted up my face to look at her.
“Kiss me. I want to taste myself all over your lips.”
Her soft lips pressed against mine, and then she pulled away so her tongue could lick around enough for her to taste her own release. “Mmmm, it is so good.”
She wrapped her arms around me and leaned her head back, laughing loudly, I assumed out of bliss, but who knew with a woman like this.
“Did you enjoy yourself, Sebastian?”
I felt myself getting red in the face. “You know I did.”
“I want you to think about my pussy this weekend when you’re all alone. I want you to pleasure yourself when you think about fucking me with your tongue.” She pulled her arms off of me and stood up, revealing her wet, naked body. I could feel the sensation of my dick getting aroused again. I watched as she climbed out of the tub and walked over, turning the shower on.
“Come and rinse off, Sebastian.”
I leaped out of the tub with a rock hard cock and followed her into the hot shower. How the hell am I hard already?
We rinsed off the soapy water, but I continued to throb, wanting to fuck her. She always gave the orders, so I was reluctant to make a move. She dropped the bar of soap, which I thought was a mistake until she bent over, brushing her perfect ass over my hard dick. Without another thought, I grabbed her ass on both sides and slid my dick right into her pussy. She leaned her arms against the shower wall as I began pounding her hard. I slid my hands up and down, from her ass to her back. The hot water made my nipples tingle, but her tight pussy was all I cared about.
I turned her around and she lifted up one leg, propping it up on the stone bench, then I took her from the front, ramming myself right back inside of her heated entrance. When her tongue entered my mouth, I reciprocated her kisses. She liked to lick my lips and tongue to tease me. I pounded her even harder, getting turned on from the slapping sounds of our wet skin.
I knew she was about to come again, when I felt her pussy tightening even more than usual. She let out a loud scream and her body trembled before collapsing against mine.
We stood in the shower, in each other’s embrace for a few minutes, before she turned off the water and grabbed her robe, placing it over her naked body.
“There hasn’t been anyone home all week, Sebastian. If you could just vacuum upstairs, that will be all for today.” She left me alone in the bathroom.
I gathered my clothes and got myself dressed, almost feeling a bit used. After playing out everything that had just happened, I shook my head and vacuumed upstairs. When I had finished, I noticed that I couldn’t find Mrs. Smith anywhere. I called out for her, but she never came. On the kitchen counter was a white envelope with the name Sebastian written on it. I grabbed the envelope and opened it immediately.
Sebastian,
Your work continues to impress me.
Don’t forget my requests.
Mrs. Smith
Inside the envelope were another five one-hundred dollar bills. Combined with everything else I made this week, I brought in thirteen hundred dollars and only worked seventeen hours.
I drove home with a huge grin.
Chapter 3
That night, I went out for beers with my buddies, but I never mentioned work, or the time that I had spent with Mrs. Smith. That didn’t mean that she wasn’t on my mind. In fact, she was all that I could think about. Even being out at the bar, I found myself comparing her to every ordinary chick around. All of the young college girls had lost their appeal.
I caught myself several times daydreaming of Mrs. Smith and her sexy ass body. I replayed how my hands touched every inch of her skin, especially her supple breasts. I thought about her hard nipples and how they felt against my tongue when I licked them.
Suddenly realizing that I was still in a public bar, I paid my tab and walked back to my apartment. I shared the place with two other guys, who I had left back at the bar drinking the night away. After throwing my keys on the table by the front door, I grabbed another beer and headed to my bedroom. Once I’d emptied my pockets, and stripped down to my boxers, I noticed the white folded note had fallen to the floor. I opened it up and traced Mrs. Smith’s handwriting with my fingers.
I tossed the note on the bedside table, and plopped down on my bed, placing one arm behind my head for support, leaving the other one to hold my beer. After only seconds, my mind drifted back to Mrs. Smith. This time all I could think about was how wet her pussy was and how sweet it tasted as I licked it clean. I wanted to lick it again and couldn’t stop thinking about her words. “Fuck me with your tongue, Sebastian.”
Just remembering her saying that, made me rock hard. I took another swig of my beer and set it down on the table. Without even hesitating, I pulled my dick out from my boxers and began stroking it with my hand, pleasuring myself to the vision of Mrs. Smith’s hot pussy. I closed my eyes concentrating on what took place just hours before. I focused on the way it felt as I took her in that shower and remembered how tight she was when I slid my hard cock deep into her wet pussy, thrusting it harder and harder. My dick was throbbing. It was almost like I was still there fucking her. Once I started
thinking about her sucking my dick, I knew it was only a matter of seconds before I would come. I kept my eyes closed, remembering how good it felt when I came all over her face and in her mouth. I loved how she savored my come and licked her lips when she finished, like a dirty slut would do.
I stroked my dick hard, until I felt my hot release sliding down my hand and wrist. My body jerked a few more times before I could even let go.
I got up and changed my boxers, but laid back down thinking about what she had asked me to do. I don’t think I ever doubted doing it, but I sure didn’t think I would be obsessing over it the way I was. She was a married woman, as well as someone that employed me.
I didn’t want to wait until Monday. There was something about her that I couldn’t get out of my mind. I must have dozed off, because I woke to the sound of my roommates getting home. When I finally leaned over to turn off my light, I noticed that I had a text message. It was from an unknown number, but after viewing the message, I knew who sent it.
I wish you were fucking me right now, Sebastian.
I noticed the message had only been sent five minutes ago, so I took the chance and wrote back.
I have thought about fucking you all night.
I regretted sending the message, worried we shouldn’t be texting each other. Then my phone vibrated again. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I read it.
I love your cock and the way it feels when it’s inside of me.
I love the way you taste.
Mmm, you taste good too. I’m touching myself just thinking about you.
I didn’t know how to respond. Sure, I loved fucking the woman. Hell, I’d just beat off to the image of it, but how far was I willing to go?
I want you to do bad things to me, Sebastian.
Whatever you want, just name it. I would probably regret saying it, but it was the truth. She was the hottest vixen I’d ever been with and, after two encounters, I needed more. It didn’t matter that she belonged to someone else, in fact, I think that made the fantasy even hotter.
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