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"Can we talk about something?" Anna asks in a near whisper, poking her head into my home office.

Deep in concentration, I jump at the interruption.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Beatty. I didn't mean to sneak up on you. I want to talk to you about something, and I don't want your wife to hear."

Anna has cleaned our house weekly for the last year. I don't know her well as my wife usually deals with her, so I am surprised she wants to talk about something personal. I motion for her to come in and offer her a seat. Instead, she leans on my desk so close we were almost touching.

"I am going to come right-out with-it Mr. Beatty - I need money. My mother is sick, and I need to help her out. I don't make much cleaning and it takes all I earn just to live."

I ask about her mother's illness, a cancer of some type. Her medication costs about five hundred dollars a week. I feel bad for her, but we can't afford such an amount either.

"I'm sorry Anna, we aren't wealthy, I can't afford to pay you more or give you the money. I wish I could help, but I can't."

"I'm desperate Mr. Beatty. I need to get at least some of the money from you, and I will try to get the rest from the others I clean for."

Knowing how tight our budget is, and that my wife is like scrooge, I think I know why Anna has chosen to talk to me rather than my wife. But, what she says next comes as a shock.

"I don't expect you to just give me the money. For $100 I will have sex with you every week when I come to clean."

I start to say something but stop, suddenly aware of how close Anna is to me. I can feel her warmth across the gap between us. I can smell her shampoo and a salty hint of sweat from the work she's done. I try to keep my eyes on her face, but they follow my mind and quickly scan her body.

I'd never thought of Anna in a sexual way. For one thing, she reminds me of my daughter. She is in her mid-twenties and I am 55. For another, my wife is always home when Anna comes to clean.

Now I see her in a new light. Anna is plain, with straight shoulder length hair pulled back in a ponytail. She isn't tall and is a bit plump, but in all the right places. She has on tight yoga pants, giving her a pronounced camel toe that, since I'm sitting, is inches from my face.

I force my eyes back to her face, and my mind back to the conversation.

"Look Anna, I am sorry that you feel you have to resort to this to get the money for your mother, but I really can't help."

A quick look of rejection flickers across her face, and then hardens into one of determination.

"If you don't give me the money, I am going to tell your wife we've been having sex."

A tingle of fear runs down my spine, then I grow angry.

"You can't do that! You can't ruin my life just because you need money" I nearly shout.

"Keep your voice down or your wife will hear. I will do it. One way or the other, you are going to give me the money. It is up to you whether you get something for it or not."

My anger quickly diminishes, replaced by fear mingled with excitement. I do have a stash of cash I've been saving up.

"How would we do it? My wife is always at home when you clean."

"You must need to be quick about it. Your wife has never come upstairs when I'm cleaning. Come up stairs, fuck me as fast you can, and go back to your office. She won't know. I want $100 from you every week. Fuck me if you want to or not. But if you don't give me the money, I will tell your wife you've been fucking me."

I spent the next week fantasizing about Anna. The fear of getting caught having sex with a young woman in my own home increased my arousal. Every chance I got I searched for videos showing quick sex. I wondered if it is possible to get so aroused that I would cum as-soon-as I entered her.

Finally, it is cleaning day again. I listen for Anna to take the vacuum and other cleaning equipment upstairs. I wait a few minutes, then check on my wife. She seems busy in the kitchen, so I follow Anna upstairs.

Anna is in the bathroom cleaning the sink. I look at her for a moment, taking in the curve of her bum, and then her cleavage in the mirror. I notice her dress is quite short, and not practical clothing for cleaning. As I come up behind her, Anna sees me in the mirror. She doesn't turn around as I place two $50 bills on the vanity.

Without a word Anna widens her stance and uses both hands to pull her dress up to her waist. Now I know why she is wearing a dress, despite its impracticality. She isn't wearing any underwear either.

I quickly undo my trousers and move close behind her. Anna leans forward onto the vanity and stretches up on her toes, thrusting her bum toward me. I use my hand to guide myself into her. I've never had great luck entering my wife from behind, so despite my arousal, was expecting some embarrassment trying to get in. But it feels like Anna is practically gaping open. I easily slide into her. It is like pushing into a container filled with lube. There is almost no friction, and she is very warm.

I don't cum on the first thrust as I had fantasized, but by the third I feel my explosion building. I thrust again and hold myself deep inside her. I grab Annas hips and pull her back hard against me trying to push inside as far as I can. I stop moving and just wait for my orgasm to hit me. When it comes it is the strongest orgasm I've ever had. I visualize ejaculating stream after stream of cum into her warm and unbelievably slippery pussy.

I withdraw immediately after my last spasm and quickly pull up my pants. Anna lets go of her dress and it falls back into place. Within a second it is like nothing has happened. I step out of the bathroom but stop and look back in time to see her fold the money and stuff it into her bra. I lower my gaze and see a rivulet of cum snaking its way down her thigh.

A couple of hours later, I am in my office pretending to work, while going over and over my experience with Anna.

"I'm leaving now", I hear Anna say behind me, and I turn to see her at the door to my office. I motion for her to come in.

"I am glad you decided to get what you paid for. I really didn't want to have to cause problems for you with your wife."

"I'm glad too. That was fantastic. I've never felt anything like that before", I replied.

"That's good. To be honest, I was worried you'd find me too messy. I came directly from my other cleaning job and I didn't get a chance to clean up. At my other job two roommates both pay to fuck me. They aren't hiding from wives, so take their time about it. I am sure there is still lots of cum in there."

Turning for the door, Anna says "See you next week" and is gone.

She doesn't see the dumbfounded look on my face, and that I slowly start nodding my head yes.