Chadwick knew it was the day for the cleaning lady. Pearl came Tuesday without fail, making his messy home clean and shiny once again. This miracle occurred every week and he loved it. He lived in squalor the rest of the time, but Tuesday night was his night to inhale deeply and enjoy his home.
Pearl was due within the hour. She was a sweet, old woman who had cleaned his house for some time. She was polite and friendly, somewhat "old world" in her mannerisms. She always wore clothes that were large and baggy, and covered her body, as if she didn't believe in exposing her skin to light. She did her work efficiently, keeping a schedule in her head. Although she had been his housekeeper for over a year, Chad really didn't know much about her. She was not one for idle chatter. He knew she had a vague accent, and was a good worker, taking pride in her work. She did all that was expected of her and never left without finishing everything.
Chad had come to wealth early in life. He had a great idea for a business venture and had invested his entire savings. Luckily, it was a bigger success than even he had anticipated. So now, he was a young mogul, making money and enjoying life. At 30, Chadwick was a stable, well-established member of the business community. He owned his home and lived a very full life. Usually. Usually, Chad was gone on Tuesdays, involved in his business, returning in time to pay Pearl and compliment her on a job well done. Today, all his plans had gone awry. His lunch date had a pressing appointment and cancelled. His afternoon client was sick. The bookkeeper was not ready to go over the month's receipts. Finally, in desperation, Chad called his playboy brother, Evan. He was always good for a fun time. But Evan's latest girlfriend had actually stayed the night and was already planning their day together. He was smitten and in no mood to leave his own apartment.
Frustrated, Chad spent the morning at the computer. He did some online transactions, answered some email, even played some games. Then he thought of a website he had heard about, LITEROTICA.COM. He typed in the name and waited to see what was so great about the site. He was greeted by the pen and ink drawing of a lovely lady. He scrolled down the screen, taking in all the links. He clicked his way to stories and picked a few to read. He read a beautiful love story by GTI, then a well-crafted novella by MILTONE, and then looked around for some good, smutty stories. He scanned stories, skipping around, enjoying the world of erotica. He was a little surprised to find that he was very aroused. His cock was throbbing in his jeans, aching for release. His hand rested in his lap, just putting light pressure on his dick, on the sensitive underside. As he flipped to the photo section, he realized he was going to need some release and soon.
Chadwick tried ignoring the problem. He clicked off the website and returned to mindless games, but it did no good. His cock was stiff and throbbing, the images he had seen and read alive in his head. He knew he had to deal with his erect cock. He went to his bedroom, which would be the last room cleaned, and stripped down to his form fitting briefs. His leaking cock had left a wet spot on the fly, the angry red head was pushing against the elastic waist. He ran his hand up and down the shaft, enjoying the sensation. His fingers slipped into the waistband, touching the wet head and circling the velvety skin. He grabbed the phone and stretched out on the bed, thinking at least he could share the pleasure. He quickly dialed Becky, his regular phone sex pal, to see if she wanted to play. She answered on the second ring, and he could sense her smile when she heard his voice. She told him she was too busy to play, but would love to join him another time. Then her voice lowered and became softer as she asked, "What are you wearing?" To Chad, this sounded promising, and he quickly described his state of undress and the condition of his trusty cock. "He is dripping for you now, Becky," he said.
Becky began spinning scenarios of what they could do IF they had time. Chad could feel his cock swelling at the suggestiveness in her voice. God, her voice was made for sex. Chad could often get aroused just remembering things she had said or shared with him. The sound of her coming was captivating. As he ran his hand up and down the shaft, anticipating a fun time with Becky, she told him she really needed to go and he heard the click of dashed hopes.
He was lying across his bed, his hand lightly massaging his hard cock. He was just realizing that he was alone in this and, if he was going to get relief, he would have to rely on himself. He stood and removed the tight briefs and then got comfortable, building a pillow nest for himself, his hand tightly wrapped around his engorged cock. He closed his eyes and began the slow massage he preferred. His palm would slide over the head, gathering precome for lubricant, then slide down the shaft, circling slowly with his fist.
He heard a sharp intake of breath and looked up to see Pearl standing beside the bed, a look of amazement on her face. "You are a very bad man, Mr. Chad. You should not be doing that, it is wrong!", she scolded.
