The second part of my interview with Ann.
This is part 12 of my story and I recommend you read the prior stories before this one.
All characters are well over the age of consent.
Enjoy!
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As I drove home from the nail salon, my mind went through what took place that late afternoon and early evening.
After being teased by two hot female Asians, which I covered in my last story, Part 11, I finally got relief from Ann, the lady I was supposed to interview to be my maid.
I was very worked up and was ready to take matters into my own hands but before I could do that, Ann came to my sexual rescue and after just a few full and strong base to tip strokes of my very tense cock, I erupted a giant load of my hot white salty essence into her warm, wet, and willing mouth.
Turns out she was quite a sword swallower, and she loved the taste of my cum.
Ann's eyes grew wide in surprise and enjoyment as I came shot after shot, groaning in relief as my hips pumped, and she struggled to contain the heavy salty load from spilling out.
The volume was large, but she managed to chug it down after several loud gulps with a huge smile.
Ann's comment, "My God you shoot a lot of cum!" got me smiling as I panted after my orgasm.
After showering with Ann and tilling her ready cunt until she came twice with my hands on her tits, pulling, teasing, and playing with her very sensitive and extended nipples, and I unloaded a second time, into her hairy and mature yet very wet and tight pussy, she and I had a dinner of sorts at the small conference table in the office.
We were both naked, and she was an eyeful. When you're twenty-five, you have a perpetual hard on, and when the lady in question is naked, attractive, smart, funny and enjoyed having sex with you, well, my erection soon became almost painful.
She talked about her experience cleaning houses and offices, and commercial spaces, including the three salons owned by Linn. My eyes wandered while she spoke, and my imagination took off.
She shared a story of one of her former clients, who asked her to clean his house once a week. In the mornings he wanted her wearing only yoga pants and after lunch, he wanted her wearing only a short cut off tee shirt.
Ann watched my face when she was done talking and she knew what I was thinking: this client of hers fucked her silly.
But she was a great storyteller and closed with: "And his wife got even hotter than he did, and they fucked like rabbits the whole time I was there!"
The result of all this was a throbbing cock.
Ann didn't seem to mind. I think she rather enjoyed the impact she was having on me.
Ann may have been an older lady, but she oozed sex and loved to laugh. She shared some stories which I found entertaining, and she liked to touch me. Her hands were often on my hands, my arms, my shoulders.
I knew where she really wanted to touch me!
And did I ever want her to touch me!
And being a white boy from the suburbs of Sacramento, I had a lot to learn about ethnic foods.
While I was being teased and tortured, Ann had run out and picked up Japanese takeout.
She proceeded to feed me, as if I was incapacitated, explaining what I was eating and what spices and sauces were used.
Ann didn't treat me like I was a baby, what she did was something of affection.
I quickly became smitten.
I could get used to this kind of treatment!
I should also mention that Ann was gorgeous. If she wore makeup, I couldn't tell. Her lipstick was a soft pink, and I knew from our kisses it tasted great.
Her hair was shoulder length, black, and somehow, she was able to get it under a shower cap before we were together under the hot water where she cleaned a lot of lipstick off of me and where I took her, fucked her silly, from behind.
She had light tan lines, and they accented her bare breasts, her pussy, and her ass.
Her skin was flawless. It was if she bathed in milk.
I particularly enjoyed looking at and feeling her large breasts. They were firm and for me, just the right size. Meaning, she was just over a handful, and I have large hands.
Her nipples were responsive to my touch, and I could tell from her reaction that she enjoyed my mouth as I suckled.
While I had yet to taste her pussy, and I was planning to, she was very tight and got very wet when aroused.
While my other two candidates for maid were shaved bare, Ann had a nicely trimmed but thick black bush.
Fucking Ann felt great, and that natural bush only added to my pleasure.
Finishing our meal, she took me by the hand, and still naked, my hard cock bobbing in front of me, she took me on a tour of the facility, sharing with me the process she used to clean every corner, every nook, in all the rooms.
She stood close to me, almost always in contact with me, and she never once referenced my hard bobbing dick or our nudity.
But she did enjoy seeing me in my aroused state. Hence the constant touching of everything but my cock.
I could tell because her eyes were sparkling, and she glanced down at my bobbing hard on more than a few times.
Only once did she mention our sexual congress, and that was when she felt cum dripping down her thigh.
She laughed, blushed, and then quickly wiped away the batter with a finger, which she then brought to her mouth for a deposit.
"Sweet" was her only comment.
Our little tour ended when we arrived at a door in the back of the building.
I was still hard.
Ann opened the door and said, "Let me give you a happy ending before we call it a night."
She pulled my head down to hers and we kissed softly, my still hard cock bumping into her belly.
I tasted a hint of cum but what the hell, it was my cum after all.
"I want to give you a massage Rick. Hop up on the table while I get the oil."
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My still hard cock bobbing, I climbed up on the table as Ann watched.
I think she more than just enjoyed watching me in an erect state, my big cock hanging and my balls quickly filling my baby batter.
If I could read her mind, I would have found out that she was telling herself that she still had it in her to turn heads and to get a young man hard.
Normally, I'd adjust my cock as I got settled in face down, but this time Ann took charge, and she slipped a warm dry towel under me for my erection to lay on.
But she couldn't keep her hands off me, so she lightly took my cock and lowered it to the table. The rest of my body followed.
She made me feel special when she said to me as I got comfortable, "Most men need a towel because they often shoot their load when they are overly excited, but you have such control that won't happen. I put the towel down for you to make you comfortable."
She dimmed the lights, lit a couple of candles, and put on some very soothing, relaxing music.
There is a huge difference between a massage using lotion and one using oil.
Lotion is good to rehydrate skin, to moisturize the body.
Oil is slicker, much smoother, and when it is warm, there is nothing else comparable to the feeling when a hot naked woman rubs it on you.
Ann was an experienced masseuse and within seconds I knew I had hit pay dirt.
Her hands were tiny as she was dainty, but they were strong, and she knew what she was doing.
Using the warm oil, all the tension soon left my neck and shoulders and then she stood at the head of the table and massaged my head.
My rock-hard cock softened and shrank as she tenderly massaged by head and my stress level dropped.
