After a long day of cleaning four clients' houses, Mae stepped into her house and closed the door behind her and leaned against it. Mae let out a slow breath and dropped her keys into the glass bowl on the side table by the double French doors. The foyer was just as she'd left it. Dropping her bag where she stood, Mae slipped off her shoes and set them against the wall so they were out of the way for anyone else. Into the hallway, Mae's feet padded softly on the polished wood floor that led into the kitchen. In the same hallway, Mae stopped briefly to catch her reflection in the wall mirror on her right.
Mae's long blond hair was tied back into a loose and messy ponytail at the back of her head. Her bangs starting un-sticking from her forehead and cheeks as the sweat started to dry. The makeup she'd done this morning before work was starting to wear off from the perspiration of cleaning, but still made her look nice. The eyeliner she wore made her bright green eyes pop that much more. Mae's cheeks were flushed a light pink from all the exertion earlier in the day but was fading as her body calmed down. All she wore on her full lips was lip balm.
In the doorway of the kitchen, Mae stopped in her tracks. Food condiments from the fridge were strewn across the nearest countertop. The sandwich bread was left often on another countertop with crumbs all over the place. A blob of Miracle Whip was near the open bread. A pile of dirty dishes were left in the sink, as they had been this morning before she left. The note Mae had left was in the same space it'd be when she wrote it, only this time it had a greasy stain from what smelled and looked like mustard. Mae chewed the inside of her cheek in anger. After cleaning four houses, Mae wanted to come back to a clean place of her own, but does that happen? No, not when Zach decided to stay over for a few days and treat her home like it's a peg pen.
Mae slammed everything around while putting the condiments back into the fridge before unloading the dishwasher with the clean dishes before loading it back up with the dirty ones from the sink. She wiped down the counters and swept the floor but saved mopping for another time. After the majority of the kitchen was to her standard, Mae walked up the stairs at the opposite end of the kitchen, intending to give Zach a piece of her mind. Mae's bedroom door was cracked open a little, and she could hear moaning from inside, as if to add insult to injury... Mae slammed her door open, intending to find Zach with another woman in
her
bed. Instead she found something that made her cunt tingle and moisten. She forgot all about her anger, however momentarily.
Zach was lying back in the bed, a joint smoldering between his thumb and forefinger. The moans Mae had heard were coming from the plasma TV on the opposite wall of the bed. A woman was licking a green glass dildo and rubbing her hardened nipples with it. Mae's pussy got even juicier because she knew the DVD by memory; it was one of her favorites in her collection.
"Oh, hey baby," a voice said.
Mae brought her eyes back to Zach, from his feet to up his naked legs...... A movement caught her eyes she hadn't noticed before. Zach's other hand was lazily playing with his incredibly stiff cock while he smoked a joint and watched porn! Incredible. And, in fact, Mae thought the site was very incredible. She was getting more and more turned on as the seconds passed. Mae seemed to forget momentarily what she was going to say. Zach continued rubbing her cock but now his attention was riveted on Mae. He took a hint of the joint; the smoke swirled around him seductively. Only a moment later he released the smoke.
"Zach, I thought I asked you not to do that up here."
The serene smile never left his face as her stared at Mae with glassy eyes. "Relax, baby."
The sound of his voice, mixed in with the moans, sent more tingles of moisture to her cunt. By now she had to be soaking her panties.
Damn, he's completely naked and absolutely fucking horny in my bed,
thought Mae. Zach's serene smile grew from ear to ear as he watched Mae switch from foot to foot, her bottom lip caught between her perfect, white teeth.
