The Cleaning Lady
by Heidi
Salem relished the thought of Fridays. It was the day scheduled to clean Grant Mason's house. He worked from his home office and rarely spoke to her. Was he shy? Was he gay? Damn it, he couldn't be. For the last several months, she had tried everything to get his attention. He oozed so much power and charisma; it was spell bounding to her. Nothing at this point had worked and it was time for desperate measures. Her body demanded attention from this man.
Entering the house, Salem could hear his commanding voice echoing from his office. He was always on the phone when she got there and it annoyed the hell out her because he would turn his chair around while she dusted the living room. She couldn't see his eyes, but knew she felt them on her like a fine mysterious shadow. Tip toeing to the edge of the wall, she listened intently to see if he was still talking. His chair was turned too, that much she knew by the mirror that hung above the sofa. She knew he would be on the phone for a while and thought this would be ample time to put her plan into action. With him on the phone and distracted, it was the perfect opportunity to lure him into seduction.
She took her coat off and inhaled a deep breath. She had searched for months for the perfect outfit that would get his attention. It was shear and offered little coverage, but she had chosen it solely for enticement. "This is it," she muttered. "No turning back now." Amusement and arousal had filtered between her words as she undid her pony tail allowing her blonde curls to fall to her shoulders. The stays in her black satin bustier lifted her breasts to full rounded orbs slightly peaking out above the delicate lace. Slipping on her black stilettos, Salem gave one last tug on the garter cinches and began her sultry walk with a feather duster into the living room. Anticipation danced along her nerve endings as dampness began forming between her thighs.
Glass French doors were the only thing that separated his office from the living room. Salem glanced in his direction as she strolled past the leather chair, giving him a "come fuck me" look. As he watched her move about the room, he kept his composure, stopping only in mid-sentence to adjust his headset. She instinctively knew that he was toying with her because he sent her a mast promising smile and she could almost feel the hunger in him waiting to get out. He was beginning to get incredibly uncomfortable as he fidgeted in his chair. Propping his feet up on his desk only hindered the real problem. The constant constrictive swelling in his jeans made sitting virtually impossible. Was she for real? She was sexy as hell.
Grant took full advantage of every angled curve of her body that she had to offer. As if looking inconspicuous, she busied herself stopping only momentarily to see if he was still watching her. Slipping two fingertips into her mouth, Salem bent over the coffee table flashing her ass for Grant to see. As her eyes stayed locked with his, she slowly slid the narrow piece fabric that was stretched between the folds of her clit over to one side and drove both saturated fingers into her opening. Soft moans escaped from her mouth as she penetrated herself to a heightened arousal.
Seeing her pleasuring herself, Grant unzipped his pants and pulled out his already rock-hard cock and began stroking his shaft to its fullest length. While the conversation seemed to be coming to a close, Grant motioned for his cleaning lady to come into the room. Unable to resist, Salem obeyed his gesture, and greeted his awaited erection. Heat rolled off of him in waves as he laid back into his chair allowing her to take control. She brushed his cock with her cheek, slowly blowing a warm breath of air on the delicate stretched out skin. Her blue eyes glittered as she licked her lips and took him inside. His legs started to tremble as she clasped her lips around his head. Salem lapped up the white droplets that were slowly trickling from the rounded tip of his rod. His veins pulsated at rapid speeds as she plunged her mouth over a good portion of his aching cock. She teased him with flicks of her tongue as she pulled her head back and forth. Grant dropped his hands to her hair, brushing it back from her face so that he could see her mouth taking his cock in and out, and her eyes closed in deep concentration as she devoured him.
A flash of dizziness overtook him when she started fondling his balls one at a time in her mouth. It was too much to handle. He was on the verge of explosion and helplessness. Moving his hands over her, he absorbed the feel of her velvet soft skin.
"Wait," he rasped out while yanking the headset off and throwing it on the floor.
Startled by his tone, Salem questioned. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, it's all good." He responded with a look of intense pleasure.
Salem went back to savoring her main course, but was abruptly interrupted as he pulled her towards him clamping down on her mouth, tasting the salty flavors she had plucked from him.
Her chest heaved inward as his hands skimmed down her bare back, cupping her bottom, gently pulling her in closer to him. His gaze dropped down to her breasts as he lightly brushed the satiny material with his tongue, rendering her incapable of remembering her own name. He dipped his head lower and pressed his mouth to the full curves spilling out of the bustier. His thumb found her ripened nipple as he freed it from its binding cage. Salem's body trembled erratically as his tongue warmed the erected bud, making her arch into him. Gasps of air exasperated from her lips each time he glided over them. His gentle caresses soothed her, but she ached for more.
Grant lifted her listless body onto the desk, sending the letter openers, staplers and assorted papers sailing through the air to make room for her.
"I want to taste you." He commanded.
With her legs hoisted wide apart, and him positioned between them, Grant rubbed her juices gently with his fingers like he was frosting a cake. She was so wet. So very wet and ready for him. He bent closer and touched her soft engorged pussy with his tongue, tasting her sinfully sweet cum secreting from her clit. Her body shuddered when he flicked his tongue across each tiny opening and crevice. His movements brought low groans to her throat as he fanned his warm breath on her moisture. Her scent was getting stronger as she moved her hips in response to his mouth.
"Oh Grant, Dear God, Please," she panted.
"Not yet, my dear. You'll cum again, I'm sure of it." He was damn sure of it.
His finger found her slick pink folds. Sliding inside with intimate strokes, he toyed with her clit and replaced his tongue where his finger was, spreading her wider to the brink of explosion.
Salem pulled at his hair as she lifted her hips to his mouth as he darted his tongue in and out of her, lapping up her flowing juices. Her hips bucked frantically, begging for him; calling out to him. Grant suckled with steady suction watching her facial expressions as she came once again. God she was beautiful he thought.
When she relaxed completely on the desk and all her tension had been released, he carefully positioned her legs over his shoulders. He was so hard and ready to be inside of her. It was such a turn-on to have a woman cum in his mouth, but having Salem cum in his mouth was shear erotic bliss. He had fantasized about her for months and finally it became a reality. She tasted wonderful just like he knew she would. He wanted more of her. He wanted to feel the warmth of her around his cock. Salem looked at him with heavy, yet satisfied eyes.
Grant smiled at her coyly. "You are so beautiful when you cum."
"What are you waiting for," she said anxiously and out of breath.
He settled once again between her legs as his hand held his cock. Sliding it along her wet dripping center, he teased her until she screamed, "Now, give it to me now!"
The soft curves of her body pressed into his as he plunged deep into her core. He rested there a while watching her reaction to his size. Then with a slow rock and deep thrust, he pushed further and further until he filled her with his length. His rhythm intensified when he felt her walls clinching tightly around the intruder. His heat levels rose as he pounded harder inside of her.
"Come, baby", he said with a deep push. "Come for me again."
He felt her body tighten as she took all of him in, wrapping her legs tightly around his back. He riveted with excitement as he started to spill himself inside of her. With a muffled roar, he let himself go feeling her inner walls contract around him.
This time she slowed her hips down, milking every ounce of his cream deep inside her. She was gentle, he thought as she ran her fingers through his hair while he rested on top of her. She started kissing the back of his neck, tasting the salty manly sweat while her hands ran along his back. He felt wonderful. All man she thought as she absorbed the feel of his shoulder blades.
"You keep that up and you will never leave this desk," he laughed, teasing her.
"Maybe I don't want to leave, Mr. Mason."
Rising up on his elbows and staring into her eyes he brushed back her hair from her face. "Good, I don't want you to ever leave. In fact," he pulled her up from the desk. "I have a question I wanted to ask you."
"Ask away." She responded
"My pillow is missing. Do you know where it might be?"
"Oh that," she started to blush and pull away before he quickly grabbed her and turned her back around. "I took it."
"I figured that much, because you replaced it with yours. I've known for quite awhile."
She didn't dare ask what else he could've found, but had prayed he would've at least kept the many thong panties she had placed in his suit pockets. Or happen to of noticed that she sprayed her perfume on his sheets. It was stupid, she knew that, but he was what she wanted and she would do what ever it took to get him to notice her.
Grant took her by the hand and led her to his bedroom. "There's one other thing, my dear." Pulling open his top dresser drawer, he pulled out a handful of colorful panties. "I believe these are yours too?" He questioned.
"Are you mad?" Salem lowered her eyes to the pile displayed before her.
"Mad?" He chuckled. "Far from it. Do you have any idea what it was like going to my meetings with your panties in my pockets? It was shear hell, let me tell you. But this," he pulled her close to him while grabbing a handful of panties. "These are mine, and they will never leave this room unless you are wearing them."
"Do you still want me to clean your house," she hesitated. "Now that I've done all of this?"
"Salem?" he nudged her closer to the bed. "You are going to stay here forever." He kissed her softly on her shoulders. "But from now on, you will clean our house with no clothes on so I can watch your every move."
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