She cried out in ecstasy, “Oh yeah”, while biting her lip.
I took my teeth and drug them against her nipples, sucking them even harder than the time before. My hands reached for her ass, running them up her tight skirt, discovering the small thong that left it bare.
We broke our embrace when I turned her around to face the wall and I yanked her skirt up above her waist. I couldn’t help myself and I smacked one of her ass cheeks hard. She cried out, “Oh fuck! Oh yes!”, so I did it again, this time harder. This little bitch wanted me to hurt her and my assumption was confirmed as soon as I cupped her pussy for the first time. The fabric of her thong was soaked in her own juice and her swollen cunt was just waiting to be sampled. I pressed her flat against the wall, as I squatted down, and put both of my hands on each of her ass cheeks. I massaged them in my hands and buried my face into her tight ass, using my teeth to bite at the string to her thong. Once I had it in my mouth, I grabbed the rest with my thumbs and pulled them down, away from her wetness.
She immediately turned her body around to face me, and ,as I drove my face into her folds, she brought one of her legs up and held it on my shoulder, causing her lips to spread open even more. She was so wet and her little clit was throbbing for my affections. I gave it special attention as I caressed it with my tongue, sucking it hard until, each time, her body began to buck against my mouth.
I was enjoying being buried between her legs, until she grabbed me by the hair and pulled me up to her face. “Let’s get inside so we can fuck.”
I finally closed the front door and guided the half-naked girl into my room, looking at her naked snatch the whole way. I didn’t have to invite this chick onto my bed. Instead, she jumped on top of it, climbing on all fours like a cat. Her ass was up in the air and I watched as she rubbed her fingers into the wet slit between her legs. As her fingers slowly entered inside of her welcoming hole, I began stripping off my clothes, never taking my eyes off of her pleasuring
herself. I slipped on a condom, before I was stupid and just said the hell with it. Since I couldn’t even remember her damn name, I figured I needed to protect my shit.
When I crawled onto the bed, she grabbed her ass with both hands and spread her cheeks, showing me her smooth ass and throbbing pussy. I didn’t waste any time driving my hard dick inside the slippery hole. I fucked her hard, slamming into her perfect ass.
Each stroke was harder than the first, but she still begged for me to fuck
her harder. She liked the pain, and I liked giving it to her. She began smacking at her own ass, while I rammed inside her again and again. I reached around and pinched one of her nipples between my finger nails and she cried out, “Fuck yeah, hurt me!”
“You like that you bad girl?”
“Fuck my pussy. Harder….Oh yeah, fuck it harder!” She screamed.
Just when I thought she was about to come, she pulled away from me and turned her body while on her knees. She didn’t wait for my approval when she took my wet, throbbing cock into her mouth and starting sucking the hell out of it. It was so wet with her own pussy juice, that it was making a squishing noise as she stroked it with her lips. She must have enjoyed the taste of her own come, because she was moaning and savoring everything about it. She put her face down even lower and sucked both of my wet balls into her mouth, while moaning and looking up at me watching her.
There is nothing hotter than a little slut, with a mouthful of my balls, jerking you off with her hand.
My mouth was watering thinking about how wet she must be. I wanted to taste her again. I wanted to rub her little clit against my tongue. I needed to lick her cute little lips. “Sit on my face”.
At first, she seemed like she didn’t want to release my balls from her mouth. She slowly let them go, giving one last long lick on the head of my cock, before turning her body around so that her pussy was straddling my face.
She started fingering herself while my mouth was just inches from it. I was so close, and watching her fingers sliding in and out of it was fucking hot as shit. I licked my lips and hoped that I could taste it before she came.
“Do you like watching me finger myself?” She asked.
“Hell yeah!” I said, and, without asking, I yanked her fingers out of her pussy and sucked them into my mouth. Instead of getting angry, she began fucking my mouth with her fingers. She kept licking her lips as she continued watching me savoring her taste.
When she felt that I had done a good enough job, she drove her fingers back inside again. This time was even faster than the others. I took my hand and found the little ball above
her pussy, and, with a lot of pressure, I began rubbing it with my thumb. I could feel her thighs tightening and her body convulsing.
She pulled her fingers out slowly and savored every drop in her own mouth. Then, she lay on the bed and grabbed both of her feet, holding her legs almost in a split. Her wet swollen cunt lay open, waiting to be filled.
I thrust my dick inside of her deep cunt, as she cried out again and again. The harder I fucked her, the harder she screamed for more, and the closer I came to exploding. With each thrust, she cried out and finally came. I collapsed between her legs until I regained my breathing.
“I will be right back.” I said as I headed into the bathroom.
I got myself cleaned up and walked back into my room. In a matter of just minutes, she was gone. I ran out into the main part of the apartment, but I was all alone. Still in my
nakedness, I headed back into my room and laid down on the bed I had just fucked her on. I didn’t even remember her name. How could I have done that and not known her name?
What the fuck is happening to me?
I grabbed my cell phone to check the time and noticed a text message. It was from a strange number and it said “See you around.”
I texted back, “Where did you go?”, but never got a response.
I waited and waited, until I just fell asleep.
Chapter 7
The next two days were uneventful, to say the least. My normal cleaning jobs were becoming boring and unnecessary with the amount of money I was bringing in from my other clientele. I was seriously considering dumping the mundane houses and just sticking to the ones that offered side benefits.
Friday came and my scheduled client was Mrs. Smith. I arrived promptly and she greeted me at the door, wearing her normal satin robe.
“Hello, Sebastian.” She said as I walked inside.
“Mrs. Smith. How are you doing today?”
“I am well. Thank you for asking. I was wondering if you could start upstairs, like normal, and then only clean up the kitchen downstairs. My husband is due home in a few
hours after a thirteen-hour flight. He is going to want to rest when he gets here.”
“Sure thing.” I said as I headed up the stairs. I shook off the feeling that I was being blown off from our normal actions. To be honest, I wasn’t really in the mood for Mrs. Smith today, anyway. I was really having a difficult time dealing with the sex from the other day. I still hadn’t remembered where knew the girl from, and she refused to return any of the five text messages I had sent.
I headed up and got started in the bathroom. I was surprised by how fast I was able to get finished with the entire upstairs while I was distracted by my mind. I got all my things together and headed downstairs, toward the kitchen. Like every other time I was there, the kitchen was already immaculate. I got out a bottle of Windex and began spraying the granite countertops.
“Sebastian, darling, you are moving ahead of schedule today. I was wondering if you would like to take a dip in the pool when you are finished.”
“Isn’t it kind of chilly outside?” I asked, remembering how cold it was on my drive here in the Jeep.
“The pool is heated, and it has gotten warmer outside since you started this morning. Anyway, your money is on the desk if you don’t have time but, if you do, I will see you out back.” She grabbed a large hat and headed out toward the pool area.
I watched her through the window, taking off her robe, and revealing a very small two-piece bathing suit. She was right, the sun had come out and it glistened in the water of the pool.
I took a look around the kitchen. There was one single wine glass sitting in the sink, so I grabbed it and put it in the dishwasher. Because no one had been here for days, the
house was pristine. She probably could have cancelled today’s service altogether.
She had the money to throw away at will, but I knew the real reasoning for her not cancelling today. I took out the trash and left my cleaning supplies in the garage as I headed out to the pool yard.
As I approached Mrs. Smith, I noticed that there was music playing out of speakers that were the shape of rocks. A Caribbean mix of medleys filled the air. We weren’t near anything that resembled the tropics, but this yard could have come straight out of the Bahamas. Palm trees were scattered around the yard and grass huts sat on either side of the pool. There were giant vases that held custom made tiki torches and a bar, with palm branches as its roof, sat in the back, behind the diving board.
Mrs. Smith slid her glasses to the bridge of her nose when she saw me heading toward her. “Sebastian, darling, I
am so happy that you decided to stay. Be a love and grab us a couple drinks from the bar, dear.”
I headed toward the bar and, once on the serving side, I noticed it had a full mini fridge and icemaker. A variety of liquor sat on a high shelf and a small countertop hosted two separate blenders. Since the temperature had risen, I knew I had to get something that would be on ice. I grabbed the peach schnapps, orange juice, and a shit load of ice and began mixing us up some rendition of fuzzy navels.
With two glasses in my hand, I headed over to where Mrs. Smith sat in her lounge chair. I sat down at the foot of her chair and handed her a glass. She took a sip and grabbed a piece of the ice out. She rubbed the melting ice on her chest, so that it started dripping down her cleavage.
“Sebastian, darling, will you rub lotion on my back please?” She asked as she handed a bottle of lotion.
I grabbed the bottle and squirted some of the oil on each of my hands. Her shoulders were pretty hot to touch, so I massaged the lotion on them first. As my hands ran across her slippery shoulders, the shiny oil brightened her tanned skin.
Mrs. Smith lay down on her stomach so that I could get all of her back evenly. When I got to her bikini strap, she reached around and unhooked it. It wasn’t really an erotic kind of gesture when she did it; it was simply just allowing me a smoother service.
I poured more of the oil directly onto her back and began using my fingers to disburse it around. When I got to her sides, I let my hands travel under her arms and to the base of each of her breasts, before pulling back to the center of her lower back.
Mrs. Smith moaned every time I got close to her breasts. When I finished her back, I started on both of her
legs. I oiled up the bottom first and worked my hands up from her ankles to her inner thighs. I let the edge of my hands get close enough to her pussy that they brushed the fabric of her swimsuit. When I got to the top of her thigh, I didn’t stop going. I spread the oil under her swimsuit with my hands. Her ass felt so good in my hands, and I wanted a better look. On either side of her swimsuit were strings that were tied, holding it together. At the same time, I pulled both of the strings and pulled the suit away from her bare ass. It was already shining from where my hands had been, but I grabbed the bottle anyway. I held the oil about a foot away from her ass, and slowly poured it over each cheek. I tossed the bottle on to the chair and began massaging her slippery ass with my big hands. I could tell she was loving it from the way her cheeks tightened when I got near her crack. She would let out a small moan, and then relax until I repeated the process. I couldn’t stop touching it. The slickness was making me rock hard, and I hated that I wasn’t wearing a swimsuit.
Mrs. Smith slowly turned over and let both pieces of her tiny swimsuit fall on the chair. She was now facing me. I was sitting between her legs, looking up at her naked body. The woman looked amazing there in her hat and sunglasses. I didn’t ask for permission before starting to oil up the front of her legs. I stroked the oil all over her legs and made it to her thighs. I could hardly contain myself as my hands got closer and closer to her pussy. I poured more oil into my hands and cupped her pussy, before saturating it with oil. I started massaging her wet pussy lips. She grabbed the bottle of oil and poured some on each of her exposed breasts. While I massaged her pretty cunt, she rubbed the oil all over her wet titties. Her nipples were so shiny and her small fingers slid effortlessly over them, making them harder with each stroke.
I took both hands and separated her lips, massaging each of them between my fingers. It was so smooth and I couldn’t help but thrust two fingers deep into her pussy. I knew
she liked it. I could tell from the look on her face that she did. “Are you turned on, Sebastian?”