Jasmine went into work as she did everyday, she was a maid for a rich businessman. Jasmine was beautiful, deep brown eyes, ebony complexion and kissable lips. She had a body that any man would die to protect, 5'3 in her stocking feet, full subtle breasts, narrow waist and hips that made every man who seen her look twice. But she lacked the self-confidence that most women with her looks had.
Letting herself in quietly, she walked through the house going to the kitchen, "Might as well start in there," she thought. Going through the hallway to the kitchen she met her boss, dressed in only a towel. "Oh," she squealed, "Mr. Smith, you startled me!" Her boss looking embarrassed stammered, "Umm, I didn't think you came so early on Sundays. I'm sorry to be undressed like this."
"No problem, Mr. Smith, you're covered up enough and it is your house," she said smiling as he hurried past her and up the stairs. Chuckling to herself, from her fright, Jasmine started to clean up. The phone rang so Jasmine picked it up, as her boss yells that he has it. Talking to his girlfriend again, Jasmine knew she had some time; so she grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table and let her mind wander.
Still with that image in her head of him in the towel, she thought about him. She smiled, even in her daydreams she thought of him as Mr. Smith. He was in his early forty's and still great looking. Being full blood Cherokee, he was as dark as her with the deepest, softest brown eyes. About 6'2, he wore his almost black hair to his shoulders and his hands were huge. She giggled to herself when she thought about what they said about hands and feet. Sometimes just the way he looked at her, eyes probing her soul, he could make her tremble with excitement.
She was thinking of things she would do to Mr. Smith while she smiled to her self as she thought it. Walking into the kitchen, seeing him in his towel. Standing there and watching him unobserved as he got his coffee. While he stirred the cream and sugar into it, she would walk over and grab his towel and jerk it off. Gasping, he flips around to see what's going on. She would be standing there looking at his naked body, so muscular, so dark. Even limp, his dick was so big, smiling she starts biting lightly and licking around his nipples. Nibbling all the way around one way and then licking it back the other!
He just stands there not sure what to do, but from the swelling his cock is doing, he likes it. She would keep licking both of his nipples, holding onto his firm ass, squeezing it tightly. Both his little buds are so hard and taste so good, that she wants to taste the rest of him. She begins to lick down his belly as he starts to caress her hair murmuring, "Oh Jasmine, yes honey, you do that so good." His long thick cock has risen to meet her as she rubs it against her face, almost lovingly.
Turning her head she flicks her tongue against it as it jerks compulsively, just very lightly. Moaning, Mr. Smith grabs the counter for support for his shaking legs as she teases him by licking everywhere but his cock. He is whimpering, "Please baby, suck my cock, please!" he begs her Looking up at him, she smiles, "You want me to lick your cock, honey. You want me to suck on your beautiful hard cock?"
"Oh God, baby, PLEASE!" he begged. Chuckling, she thrust his hard cock into her mouth. Licking the pre cum off, he gasped at what she was doing to him! "Mmmm damn honey, you taste good," she whispered. Feeling his cock swelling more she knew it would not be long till he shot in her mouth. Deep throating him as he pumped her face, he started to moan louder and started to tremble.
He grabbed her head hard and starting thrusting his throbbing cock into her mouth. "Ahhhhhh, god baby, yessssss!" he screamed. Slamming into her mouth, he shot his load hard. Licking him clean, she stood up smiling at him and started to walk away. Mr. Smith grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back, causing her to yelp with surprise.