I Was the Maid to a Married Man…

Back in the early days of redundancy I took a part time job cleaning houses for the families near where I live, just to make some extra money. Generally I was home alone for these jobs but there was one house where the owner worked from home, his wife went out to work, and so he was in the house whenever I was there. The house was pretty big, it took me 5 hours to clean and, in my opinion, had way too many bathrooms! The owner was lovely though, always made me coffee when I arrived and stopped for a quick chat before he had to get back to work in his office.

Slowly, I noticed he took to working on his laptop at the kitchen island while I cleaned their open plan kitchen/living room. I thought he was just being friendly, maybe felt weird about me being alone in his house while he was home, until I realised he wasn't actually working, he was just watching everything I was doing...every bend and stretch and lean, and it didn't look like he was critiquing my cleaning skills. I have to admit, for an older man, he was probably in his late-fifties, he was in great shape and because I like to live dangerously I started to tease...just a little. After all, if he wanted to look, I should give him something to look at.

So I started dressing a little sluttier, leggings that I knew wouldn't pass the squat test so he could see my underwear through them, vest tops with deep v-necks and instead of my usual sports bra went for a plunge that made my tits look even bigger, and bounce a little too much when I moved. I made sure I bent over a little more than necessary and wiggled my ass just a little more than I should. When I lent over the kitchen island as he sat opposite me I tried to make sure my shirt fell open so he had an unobstructed view of my boobs, and I wiped back and forth vigorously, making them shake...just for him to see.

I could tell he liked it, his eyes never left me and any pretence at working was gone. Finally, one day when I moved round to his side of the island, usually he'd move out of my way, but this time he just stayed put and I brushed up against him as I cleaned. I made sure to move a little slow and linger and when I did it again he leaned over and I felt his breath on my ear as he whispered "I know what you're up to"...I played dumb, of course, I didn't want to get fired, but I didn't move away as he turned towards me, fingers moving to lightly touch the bare skin of my arm. I knew if I moved away he wouldn't do anymore, so I leaned in just a little and looked up at him from under my lashes, all innocent tease. He was married, I was the maid and he was paying me to be there and this felt dangerous but I wanted him and I could tell he wanted me. When he stood, I hadn't really registered how tall he was but he was a good foot taller than me and his movement pushed me back against the island, one arm on either side of me so I was caged in his arms.

I looked up at that point and for one long moment we stared into each other's eyes. Then he kissed me, deep and slow, with plenty of tongue and one hand on the back of my head, pulling at my hair, commanding and demanding my submission. I couldn't help it, I gave in, he was married and it was wrong and I really didn't care.

I think he realised I wanted him in control, or maybe that was just what he did but when he told me to get on my knees I obeyed instantly, sliding to the ground and reaching for his zipper in one movement. I pulled him out and his cock was gorgeous, not the longest I'd seen but thick and veiny in a way I knew would feel incredible inside me. His hair was shaved and his balls were thick and hanging heavy under his semi-hard dick. Just the sight of it made my mouth water.

I stared for a long moment in anticipation, then reached my hand around the base of his shaft and wrapped my lips around his tip. I heard him grunt as I started to suck, I'm not sure he'd actually believed I would do it until that moment but I couldn't get enough of the feel of his cock in my mouth, filling me up and weighing down my tongue until I could feel myself drooling. I have a pretty small mouth so I couldn't take much in but I feel like to made up for that with my enthusiastic suction and he was groaning and grunting when he suddenly grabbed the back of my head and forced himself further down my throat and held me there as I tried to swallow and breathe. It was blissful, the world just faded away until all I could focus on was the big, beautiful cock fucking my mouth and the hands pulling at my hair. He reached down a hand to fondle my tit through my top and pinched my nipples, they were already hard and I could feel myself getting wet just from his cock in my mouth.

I knew I was getting short of air, but just as the urge to struggle and pull away became almost overwhelming his hand left the back of my head and I pulled back gasping for air, drool running down my chin. I barely had a chance to recover though before he pulled me up, swept me off my feet and sat me on the marble counter, lips meeting mine, hands scrambling at my waist as he stripped me efficiently of my leggings and panties, pushed my legs apart and pulled my top up and my bra down so my breasts spilled out of the cups and my hard, pink nipples were on display.

I could feel his right hand kneading my tit as he kissed me, then his left found my pussy, fingers reaching inside, parting my lips and wriggling about, tweaking my clit until I gasped and panted against his mouth. Suddenly his fingers were inside me, pumping in and out pressing against my g-spot with bruising speed, as his mouth sucked on my neck, my chest and finally...finally found my nipple. He sucked and bit, and his fingers pumped and pressed, gradually speeding up until it was all I could do was shake and gasp and moan. Even the cold marble against my butt made me shiver until I was spasming and screaming and cumming so hard I squirted and his hand, and the floor, was dripping.

Barely aware I fell back against the marble gasping but now his mouth was on my pussy, licking and slurping my juices and making me shiver and shake. It was frenzied and hungry and made me scream from the sensations. He was like a man possessed and I felt like a fuck doll being used, no agency of my own but owned by this man and his wickedly clever tongue. I lay back on my forearms, pushed my pussy against his mouth and couldn't help but writhe and shake as I humped his mouth, basking in the feeling of him munching my clit, his slick tongue working over my folds.

What felt like an eternity later he reared back and looked down at me, my body spasming and titties shaking from the experience. I felt dazed but still my eyes met his and I realised while eating me he'd stripped himself of his pants and his cock was standing proud, bouncing slightly as he moved. He grabbed me again, pulling me off the kitchen island and onto the floor, on my hands and knees, ass in the air. I looked back at him over my shoulder, arching my back to push my pussy in his direction, "please sir", I moaned. That got a laugh, it might have been calling him Sir, but it just felt right, and then I felt hands on my hips, pulling me into the right position and his thick hard cock rubbing against my entrance. I couldn't help but moan like the slut I am and push back against him, I was so desperate to get that cock inside me, to feel it stuff me full and fuck me hard.

I felt his cock sliding against my hard clit and couldn't help myself, I felt my clit, my whole body shuddering as I came again and I heard him laugh again "fuck...you're a dirty little slut aren't you", there was delight in his low voice, "you want my cock in your cunt so bad don't you?". I couldn't argue, I could barely speak at this point, but I managed to pant a yes. He grunted "good" and slammed his cock into me until I felt his balls slap against me, it was so deep and so big, stretching me just to the point of pain, that I could only screamed and arch my back and shake as he pulled back and slammed into me again and again. For a time he was silent, just skin slapping on skin and me panting, moaning, gasping as the pleasure coursed through me, my pussy tight around his cock, tits shuddering and shaking with every jolt. Every so often they would hit the floor and my nipples sliding on the cold tile felt so delicious in contrast to his hot cock in my pussy, I was in heaven.

Then he started to talk, a stream of dirty, degrading words, calling me a tease and a slut, marvelling that I would get on my knees like this for married men, wondering if I'd do this for any man, for a man who was paying me like a cheap whore. I couldn't help it, I've always loved someone talking dirty to me, and hearing him talk along with the sensation of that thick, hard cock pistoning into me without mercy, I came again, shaking and spasming, almost trying to scramble away from him as the sensations became too much.

But this man was in control, not me, and he just grabbed me round the waist, lay back and pulled me over his cock "c'mon slut, ride me" was all he said but I reached down, grabbed his cock and guided it inside me, sinking into bliss with a groan, wriggling my hips to savour the sensation. I threw my head back as I did and saw the photo of him and his wife opposite me. I'm not going to lie, the reminder he was married just made me more desperate and I started to bounce and writhe, gravity pulling him deep inside me with every downstroke, tits jiggling then shaking wildly as I got into it. He grunted as I bounced lewdly, hands reaching out to roughly grab my tits, fondling and tweaking my nipples, pulling on them until it was just the right side of painful. I leaned back, hands on his thighs, changing the angle until it hit that perfect spot inside me, my eyes glued to that photograph, and my walls sucked and squeezed his cock until he groaned, "fuck, such a sweet cunt", grunting every time I took him deep into my hot, creamy pussy.

And then he had to take control again, his fingers clamped around my waist and he surged upwards, driving my body towards to floor, pushing me onto my back, hands holding me in place, so much bigger and stronger I couldn't get away even if I really wanted to. I struggled though, lost in the sensations running through my body, and he pinned my arms above me as I arched, nipples rubbing against his wiry, chest hair deliciously. "Behave", his low voice was commanding and for a second I froze, back arched, mouth open, my eyes locked on his...his cock lodged deep inside me, my pussy so wet there was a lewd, squelching sound as he started to move again, his cock sliding in and out...slow and deliberate this time, rubbing against my tight inner walls, hard and deep. His mouth found my tit, locked on my nipple, sucking and slurping against me, twin sensations of bliss making me whimper and writhe beneath him.

His hands left mine and found my hair, pulling it taut as he slurped and suckled my tits and my neck before his lips finally met mine and he stuck his tongue in my mouth, claiming me as his hips pumped frenziedly against mine, his cock jamming into me, dragging in and out of my pussy until it was all I could do to scream and gasp and whine against his mouth, lost in the delicious sensations. It felt as though I was continuously cumming, so lost to the pleasure it was all I could feel, a continuous stream of "yes...yes...god yes..." as he fucked me relentlessly.

Finally, his pumping started to become frantic, he reared up, grabbing my legs to push them up, feet towards my head, his hips pistoning into me with such speed and force I could feel myself being pushed backwards and had to brace myself against the island. I felt him lean forward, pushing my legs out to the sides, changing the angle of his dick in my cunt, thrusting wildly as his hands reached for my throat, choking off my air supply, that was the trigger I needed as I came again, limbs spasming wildly, losing all control as I screamed, eyes rolling back in their sockets, body twitching and spasming as he ripped his cock out of me, pumping wildly with his hand as he crouched over me, ropes of cum shooting in my panting mouth, dripping down my cheek and chin.

As he pulled back I just lay there, still cumming, pussy shaking as I felt his cum drip into my hair. A moment later he stood and looked down at me as I lay, limbs spreadeagled on the cold tile floor, cum glazing my face, ravaged pussy on display, red and creamy and twitching slightly as my body still spasmed, coming down from the high. My brain had switched off, nothing but the sensation of phantom fingers and cock playing with my pussy as my employer stared down at me. "You're such a good cum slut" he said, "you're really a whore aren't you?". As I gazed up at him too fucked out to say anything, his face hardened, "get over here and lick daddy clean" he ordered. I pulled myself to my knees and crawled to where he stood, almost mesmerised by the sight of his cock, still hard, in front of me. I opened my mouth and gobbled him down...

I can't lie and say that day wasn't fantastic, I left with a pussy full of cum and a $200 tip. A few days later his wife phoned to say she wanted to upgrade to weekly cleans instead of fortnightly, her husband had apparently complained the house got too dirty in between. Over the next few months that man and I fucked in every room in their house, I crouched under his desk and blew him during his conference calls, he screwed me multiple times in the bed he shared with his wife while I was wearing her panties, and I even joined his fishing weekend with his buddies, I'll be honest, no fishing was done that weekend! I guess he was right, I really am a whore.