“This is some kind of joke, right?” I asked while looking from one woman to the other.
“Sebastian, darling, this is no joke. Consider it an interview that went better than expected.”
I was flabbergasted. “You knew she was watching us the whole time?”
“Of course I did, dear. If you want someone to make an investment, they need to test out the merchandise. Surely, being a business major, you can understand?”
I shook my head. “This is fucking unreal.”
“Sebastian, I will see you tomorrow. I need to run. I have a meeting on the other side of town. See you later, neighbor.” Mrs. Jones headed out of the office. We heard the front door shortly after that, and I turned to deal with Mrs. Smith who, remained on the desk but now had her legs spread wide. “Are you angry with me?” She was spreading her wet pussy for me to see, while her one of her fingers stroked her clit.
“Shit, please don’t do that when I am trying to be serious.” I said, but continued to stare at the finger that she was using to pleasure herself.
“Mmm, Sebastian, it turns me on when you’re mad.”
“Stop it.”
“I want more, Sebastian. Don’t you want my pussy?”
I wanted it, and she knew I did. It had only been about ten minutes, but my dick was already getting hard again.
I tried to play tough. “No! I think what you did was wrong. This is all wrong, it’s crazy! I can’t do this.”
When she took that wet finger and put it into her mouth, I lost all sense of concentration. I headed towards her, like I had every intention of assaulting her, with my tongue of course. I grabbed her legs and set them on both of my shoulders. She gave me a smile as I pulled her small frame to the edge of the desk and entered her rapidly. After a few
moments of swift thrusting, she reached for her own ankles and held them high in the air, allowing me to promptly enter her even deeper than I had before.
“Oh yes, Sebastian. Fuck me harder. Ram it inside of me. I want it hard.”
I could feel her pussy tightening as she came, her muscles causing me to slide out of her. I thrust inside of her once more, causing her to cry out, and me to come…Again.
Chapter 5
“Are you still mad at me, Sebastian?” Mrs. Smith asked as we began putting our clothes back on.
“Maybe a little. I don’t know. I feel like you could have told me. This is all just too much. Why me? I mean, this can’t be happening to me.” I shook my head and started pacing around the room.
“Does it even matter why I want you? Aren’t you enjoying yourself? Wouldn’t you like to make even more money? Are you really that offended that my very attractive neighbor wanted to watch us? Would you not have fucked me if you knew she was watching us?”
I thought about what she said, and realized I must have been acting ridiculous. I stopped pacing around the room and
stood there, looking at the gorgeous woman that I had been masturbating to for a week. The idea of Mrs. Jones watching me lick Mrs. Smith’s wet pussy was so hot. How could I even lie about it?
“I still would have fucked you. Is that what you want to hear?”
I looked up as she was tying her robe across her waist. Her hard nipples poked through at the top where her robe lay open, just enough. I reached over and ran the back of my hand across one of her nipples while I covered them with her robe. “Thank you, Sebastian. I don’t want you to be angry with me. I love your cock, and I would be upset if you didn’t fuck me with it when I asked you to.”
“So, what does Mrs. Jones expect from me tomorrow?”
“Don’t be angry with me, but after a few bottles of wine, I kind of gave her all of the details of last week. I could lie and
say that she really does want someone to clean for her, but I highly doubt that, Sebastian.”
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but are you okay if she wants the same thing?”
“Sebastian, darling, I can’t have you all to myself. This is a business deal. I will take whatever I can get, dear.”
“Wow! I kinda feel like a call girl, or guy, I guess.”
“If you don’t want to deal with Mrs. Jones, I will be glad to tell her. She and I both have our own money and we can spend it however we like. I choose to spend some of mine on you. If Mrs. Jones wants to do the same, just for giving her a good time, then I would consider it easy money.”
“I appreciate your generosity. Look, I know what our situation is, and trust me, I am fine with it, but I have to admit that I thought about being with you all weekend. I think you’re amazing.”
“You aren’t bad yourself, Sebastian, but this is not a relationship, nor will it ever be.”
I gave her a short smile, realizing it was well beyond my normal time for being there. “Yeah, I better get going. Thank you for today.” I grabbed my cleaning supplies, and headed for the front door.
“Sebastian, I think you are forgetting something.” She said as she held up a white envelope.
“I almost forgot about it.” I grabbed it from her hand. She held on to the envelope and pulled me in, kissing me on the cheek.
“Thank you for today, Sebastian. I do hope you continue to service me.” The way that she said it reminded me of what I was doing. I was being paid to service lonely women. Maybe I should have felt guilty for doing it, or for taking their money, but it was all too good of a deal to pass up. I needed the money and I enjoyed the pussy. It was a win win.
“I don’t think that will be a problem. See you Friday.” I headed out, allowing myself to look at her beautiful, almost exposed, body.
The ride home was uneventful. I beat myself up for taking on another customer. I had no idea what I was getting myself involved in. How could I think that this new lifestyle would pay my way through college? Was it possible to get away with something like this?
I couldn’t wait to get home and shower, hoping to clear my mind, but when I pulled up at the house my phone beeped. I picked it up and looked at it. I didn’t recognize the number, but the message cleared up who the mystery caller was.
Sebastian: My house number is 444. See you around nine tomorrow.
I shook my head again, just thinking about exactly what I had committed to. Without another minute dwelling on my
indiscretions, I gathered my things and headed into my house to shower.
****
I was surprised when I woke up the next morning and realized I had slept through the night. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and made sure that the stubble on my face wasn’t too long.
After getting my things together, I headed toward the exclusive gates of the community that was changing my life. I considered turning around and heading back home, texting the mystery number and saying that I wasn’t coming. She had to understand that I had doubts about doing this. Mrs. Smith was different. It wasn’t like I was advertising sexual favors along side of house cleaning. Things happened and I didn’t want them to change. However, I couldn’t imagine having more than one customer like Mrs. Smith and feeling alright about it.
It took me a good ten minutes to muster the nerve to drive up the circle driveway that faced Mrs. Jones house. Her large stone house was landscaped with a circular cobblestone driveway and elaborately decorated bushes throughout. My Jeep seemed out of place parked behind her Porsche SUV, but I parked it there anyway. I headed up the walk and was greeted by a girl who had to be in her late teens, possibly even my age. She gave me an accusing smirk and headed toward the Porsche. Behind her was Mrs. Jones, running something out to her. I got another dirty look from the girl before she got into the car and drove away.
“Sebastian, I am so glad that you decided to come today.” Mrs. Jones said.
Unlike what I had imagined, she was dressed in a zip up jogging suit. It clung to her body and there was nothing revealing about it. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she had little to no makeup on, not that I was complaining, because her face was just as beautiful as I remembered it.
“I told you I would be here.” I said confidently, even though I had no idea what I was going to do.
She guided me into the house, and, at first, she showed me around like I was just going to clean, but as we got to the back of the house, I saw an old woman with a feather duster. “Who is that?” I asked.
“Oh, that is Lucia. She is the Mexican housekeeper I told you about, that doesn’t speak a lick of English.”
“How did you tell her what you wanted her to do?”
“Her niece came the first time and I walked her through the house. She translated everything for me. Lucia is a nice lady and she does great work. She comes three times a week, does her job, and then goes home to her own family.”
She could tell I was completely confused. If her maid was still cleaning for her, then why was I here?
“Sebastian, I already have a cleaning lady, but I need someone to keep me company, someone I can play with.” When the last sentence came out of her mouth, I watched her bite her lip. “Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you what I mean?”
I followed her like a puppy up the large set of stairs. We went into her bedroom, but it was not what I expected.
You have got to be kidding!
She had a four-poster bed, that had straps attached to each one. In the corner of the far end of the room was a device that I knew was called a love swing from seeing it advertised in the back of the nudie mags that I had back at the apartment. Her red velvet bedspread was made up perfectly.
“Do you like my room, Sebastian?”
I kept looking around. “It isn’t anything like I expected.”
“I don’t think you could have expected this. I am nothing like my neighbor, dear.”
“I never said you were.”
“I would like to get started, if you don’t mind.”
This lady meant business.
“Sure, but I’m not really sure what I am supposed to be doing.”
“Take off your fucking clothes and climb on the bed. I will be back in second and you better be ready.” She walked into a large closet and closed the door behind her. Her tone actually caught me off guard, almost scaring me.
I threw off my t-shirt and dropped my pants, having to walk out of them. Once everything except my socks had been removed, I jumped on the bed awaiting Mrs. Jones.
It seemed like it had been over five minutes before I even heard a sound coming from the closet, but I jumped
when she threw open the door and drew my attention. She was wearing a leather bodice, which lifted her breasts, and crotchless matching leather underwear. Her boots went all the way up to her thighs, and, in her hand, was a large whip.
She placed her hands on her hips and looked in my direction. “Do you like what you see, Sebastian?”
“Yes.” I said trembling.
She was a dom! A fucking dom!
“I can’t hear you.” She said, as she approached me and smacked the whip on the bed right beside me. I jumped and moved away from her.
“Jesus, are you going to hit me with that thing?”
“If you don’t do what I say, then yes I am. Now lay in the center of the bed, so I can tie you up.”
“But, I don’t know if I want to do this.”
I wasn’t trying to be a pussy, but this bitch was cray cray.
She jumped on my naked body, straddling me and grinding her exposed pussy into my leg. I could feel her getting wet already. “Now give me your hands, before I have to hurt you.”
I gave her my left hand first, and then my right and waited for her to secure them in the ties that were hooked to each pole on the bed. She propped my head up with a pillow and turned, with her ass and exposed pussy facing me, while she grabbed each leg and tied them to the last two posts. As scared as I was, I could feel my cock getting hard while I stared at the crotchless area of her panties, where her pussy hung.
She slowly turned around to face me and ran her tongue from my chin to the skin below my eye. Then, with both hands, she blindfolded me, taking away all view of her and whatever objects she planned to beat me with.
“Are you ready to play with me, dear?”
“Do I get a safe word?” I asked.
She abruptly smacked me on my nipple. “No! There is no safe word. I say when we’re done, you got that?”
I was both scared, and totally turned on. I knew I was shaking, and I was certain she knew it as well, but I waited for whatever would come next.
I could feel Mrs. Jones climb off my body, and then the bed. Suddenly, I began wondering if she was just going to leave me there alone. Maybe this was her game.
When I felt her hands on both of my calf muscles, I knew I had been mistaken. She massaged my legs while she licked and kissed my inner thighs. She teased me with her tongue, getting as close as she could get to my balls and then pulling away.