Help Around the Home

"Hola, señor Logan!"

Carmen called out happily, feeling pleased to be with him again and clean his single-level property in Sandy Bay. Logan had told her that the bustle of Monterey had been left behind only a few months before she had started working for him and his wife, Lucille.

The side gate to the property was closed behind her, and the hinges were no longer squeaking as they had been the last time she called in. The man she came to clean for had done as she suggested and dealt with this simple chore.

She gazed at him dressed as he was in just a pair of loose-fitting blue chino shorts, and a white short-sleeved shirt, along with dark-blue canvas shoes on his large feet, the man seemed to have dropped off to sleep in the deck chair that she often found him lounging in. This time, hatless, his closely cropped greying hair was stark against his tanned skin. Logan's sturdy legs, hairy and long, were stretched out before him and crossed at the ankles. She knew him to be lean and strong, demanding in his ways with her and the work that she did for him now including the satisfying of his horny needs.

"Old you may be, but you sure know what to do," she murmured in her native tongue and appreciated the sight of the rugged man who towered over her whenever she stood close by his side.

Logan had not stirred but she knew that this could be an act, just as it had been the second time she had called in to work at cleaning his place and she had come out onto the terrace to shake out a dust cloth and seen him sitting in the very chair he was in now. Even the shorts were the same and she had been dismayed to see just the gleaming tip his dick of as it hung down against his thigh. He hadn't been wearing any boxer shorts or briefs.

Unlike the first time she had seen it and had kept her distance, she now walked slowly over to him and knelt at his side, one hand gliding over his skin and she touched him.

"You're here and where you belong," he murmured, appreciatively, his eyes opening suddenly before he grinned. "There's not much for you to do, cleaning I mean. I went to see Lucille yesterday afternoon. The dementia's getting bad...she hardly knows that I'm there. I stayed with her for an hour, but she said very little, so...so I left."

A strong hand brushed away her hair as the breeze caught it and they shared, again, a moment of unlikely intimacy.

"I'm sorry for you." She rose to kneel over him and kissed Logan's slips, squirming as he reached down and found the softness of her skin, at the back of her thigh, as her work dress was lifted to enable him to do that. "I will call you when I am ready..."

"I'm there now..."

"I know. You always are but be patient, just this once."

Logan watched her go and fingered his hardening prick. The Latina woman sure got to him, and she was a distraction from what was playing out in his other life with Lucille if it could still be called that. Some months ago, he had succumbed to the sight, touch, and comfort of another woman's body.

Carmen was a curvy Latina woman with wonderful light brown skin, long and wispy black hair that reached just below her shoulders and she had flashing dark eyes. At first, he had seen nothing wrong in admiring her dusky attractiveness, but Lucille no longer responded to his desiring ways and caresses, as she had once done. And then, the woman he heard working in his home had succumbed to his persistent advances and the promise of something extra that the agency who sent her knew nothing about.

He lay back on the lounger and loosened the last few buttons of his shirt. The sun was warm on his skin, and he lay back to enjoy thoughts of the woman working in his house. Along with those thoughts came the knowledge that she would not be staying for long, unlike at other times. Carmen was in her thirties, and she sure looked after herself, but he never saw her except in her work clothes. Better still were the times when they lay naked on his bed, and he could delight in her dusky beauty and what she did for him so eagerly.

Something between them sure had clicked and he was glad that a guy as old as he was could still do it for a woman like her, for any woman.

"Señor Logan?" he heard out of the mists of restlessness as he thought of her.

"Yes Carmen?", He already knew, from the sound of her sing-song voice, why she was calling to him. He gazed towards the house, the bi-fold doors to the living room still open and Camen standing there, arm outstretched as she leaned against the door frame. She was waving a piece of cloth. "You're waiting for me?"

"Yes, and it is not often that I have to do that!"

Her laugh drew him into the whirlpool of expectancy.

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Logan simply shoved his shorts down to the floor and stepped out of them. She had already pulled her workwear dress up to her hips and he had gasped at the sight of her neatly trimmed bush.

"Si," she says and smiles at him suggestively. "I took them off while I was working."

She looks at his straining erection, at how it trembles, and she slicks her lips suggestively over her lush lips as she holds his admiring look upon her. Carmen turns and leans on the table, with her arms outstretched as he steps closer, the tip of his prick brushing between her ass cheeks, the domed tip soon slicking over her pussy's lips. Carmen feels him move away.

They exchange knowing looks.

"Just let me do this for a moment." He kneels and presses his face against her pussy. "Just let me taste you."

She always loved it when he poked and swirled his tongue in and out of her pussy, his fingers teasing open her lips as he found and then sucked on her clit. While he did so he would finger her pussy's lips in readiness for when he would fuck her and to do that slowly. But now she wanted speed and intensity, no finesse. There was no time for that as on other days, when his place was the last one that she called on and there would be time for Logan to take her to bed.

"Ven...come into me, man!"

Wordlessly, he stands up and uses his legs to part her thighs still further before he pokes his cock into her wet opening. She still feels so tight, always loves to have long spells of oral play, and it feels as if he's trying to force his cock into an unwilling hole that's not made for his size.

He grunts. "I always love opening you up, woman!"

Her moans reach him as he slowly begins to enter deeper into her, his embrace on her belly and hips drawing him in still deeper. Carmen grasps the edge of the table as she pushes back to meet his thrusts, the table's legs squeaking as they slide over the tiled floor in harsh accompaniment to the slow start to their fucking.

"Go on, man, get in there!" she calls out as she tries to claw at his hips. "It doesn't hurt, and I know you won't wait."

"I can't do that, and you sure get to me, woman," he groans in response as his grip on her naked hips tightens and he slowly forces his thick cock deeper into her moist heat.

Carmen swivelled and rocked her body, and she gushed, her pussy's juices slicking his length, the domed tip brushing over her pussy's walls in mesmerizing strokes as he went deeper. She just hoped that the man wouldn't split the rubber she slicked onto that rod of pleasure. "Oh Logan, mi amante, you're so big! I want it all, even like this!"

Carmen pushes back on him even harder and moans loudly as he is finally enveloped and his belly brushes against her butt cheeks, she sighs, and pants of pleasure in time with every movement that he makes over her pussy's walls. His penis feels so darned hard because of what she does so well, milking his cock as his large hands finally move from her hips to the swell of her breasts.

The assault on them, the drive of his penis into her body, and Carmen's quick clamps and tugs are like a soft silk glove stroking and milking him of all that he has for her.

"Yes...yes...yes!" she says on panted breaths, "fuck me, man, and as hard as you want!" Her head is pulled back; Logan's hand is in her hair, and they snatch at their kisses; they groan out of wild pleasure.

He sees the fire in her eyes and leans in, enough, to kiss her and to stifle Carmen's cries as she throws back her head and groans; clenching her teeth in response to the wildness of it; the old man is horny and good at what he does with her and for her. She turns her head and looks at him.

"I'm going' to blow darlin' and soon!" he calls out to her.

"Yo tambien...me too!"

He's taken a hard grip on her hips and is thrusting his cock hard and fast into Carmen's moist and clamping pussy, as she climaxes, her juices slicking his prick and some leaking down over her thighs as she closes her legs on him and keeps on tugging.

Soft slurping sounds fill the air, along with their calls to each other as he keeps driving his prick in and out, every hard thrust that he makes arousing groans of pleasure and dismay that he has held out.

But not for long.

"Carmen!"

"Yes, go on! Oh man, how you get to me!" She feels another orgasm building and she is lost in the moment. She's oblivious to the fearsome clamp of his hands on her breasts, the rough fabric of her bra and dress bringing their pleasure to her accepting body. "Go on, hombre, fuck me...fuck me...fuck me!"

Finally, and with pleasure overwhelming them, he embraces her tightly and buries his penis as far as it will go into her accepting body, into what feels like a boiling cauldron of oil as his pleasure grows and grows; his groans get louder and louder and are in time with the rhythm he's set. And, with her gasping and stifling her cries as she bites on one hand, he explodes, his penis leaping as bolt after bolt of his semen fills the condom.

He cries out with every eruption and holds Carmen tightly, his lips pressed to her neck as he feels her body convulse, one arm reaching up to keep him close as they share in the ebbing pleasure that they have rediscovered.

Carmen leans forward on the table, Logan still buried deep in her, but she knows that his penis will soon be flaccid. "How much have you got...how big is that thing of yours? Me rompes...you break me."

"I won't break you, lovely woman...what we find is too good for me to do that." He clamps his hands on her breasts and holds Carmen close. "I guess it's about eight inches...but you make it feel so much bigger."

"And it seems that you have something left." Carmen shivers as he withdraws, and she can finally turn to face him. "I'm...I'm sorry, but I must go. There is work for me to do." She fondles his balls with one hand and strokes his penis with the other. "Save it for next time. I'll make your house the last I must clean the next time I come here."

He grins and what he suggests by doing that is not lost on her.

As she cleans herself and slips on her panties, adjusting the fit of her workwear, Carmen watches him grab for his shorts and wallet. She never likes the sight of him counting out the notes that he always gives her, but she remains thankful for the money. It's the only arrangement that she has with any customers of the house valeting service company that she works for.

"There is something about this, what we do for each other, that makes me want to be with you," he smiles as the money's handed over. Logan kisses her and she collapses into his arms. "You always see me through the down times...you're more than a help around the home that I have here."

"And I will call on you for as long as you need that. It has begun to matter to me, Señor Logan," she smiled, looking over her shoulders as he followed her to the side gate that she had used to come into the garden. It would be locked once she had gone.

"Just as you being her has gotten to matter to me," he answered.

Carmen smiled but said nothing more on the subject.

The money that Logan always gave her was a boost and helped to make life in her new country more tolerable. It was becoming ever more disconcerting, what she was beginning to feel for the man who made no secret of wanting her body; but the emotional support that she gave him had her feeling that he was not alone in wanting that from what they shared so passionately and without any inhibitions.

Life could only get better.

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