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Morning coffee
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"How are you doing Mrs. Davis?" I always like to greet my cleaning lady with a little formal politeness even when I am in a slightly embarrassing position.
"Oh, not so bad thank you. It's a little old outside..." her words trailed off for a moment and she failed to look me in the eye. "It's nice a warm in here thought" Which is enough of a prompt for a usual small talk conversation. Today, however, is different.
I should explain that usually I am not at home when Mrs. Davis does my house. I am usually at work and come home to find things tidied up, cleaned and generally in better order than when I left. Today, however, was different. Today I was at home, and had not expected Mrs. Davis to be here. As a result I was in a dressing gown carrying a coffee in one hand and a plate of taost in the other when she let herself in.
This in itself is not embarrassing, except that as I had walked out of the kitchen my dressing gown had fallen open and as both hands were occupied I just carried on walking down the hallway and into the living room. Just as Mrs Davis opened the door.
The reason we were not making eye contact was that Mrs Davis was looking elsewhere. I should have just hurried away, but somehow that seemed rude, as we were talking so I tried to carry on as if everything was perfectly normal.
"Yes it is" I said, "nice and warm."
Now I should have felt embarrassed by my exposed naked flesh, but I actually felt oddly calm and once over the initial shock, not at all embarrassed. Quite the opposite.
“Sorry for the… um… nakedness” I said.
“Oh don’t mind me, its nothing I haven’t seen before you know.”
“Oh?”
“I mean, obviously not quite as nice as yours, but along the same lines.”
I think that was a compliment. “Thank you” I said. And something started stirring.
“Yes, he does look nice” She continued. “And happy about something too, by the looks of him.”
There are limits, even to my stupidity, so I muttered my excuses and walked into the living room, sat on the sofa, arranged my dressing gown a little and let Mrs. Davis continue her work. She started with the dusting in the living room. I presumed that was usual. She also kept talking.
“Now, dont mind me. I wont take long and then you can carry on with… whatever you want to do. you dont just mind me.”
As she dusted she would look around occasionally, her eyes dropping to look at my dressing gown, a sort of wish full smile coming to her face occasionally. I was still half erect and I suppose the lump showed a little, i mean, dressing gown dont hide much, unless they are really thick, and mine wasn’t.
“Of course my husband doesn’t get up much nowadays… I mean out much… I mean…”
“Really”, I sipped my coffee, and watched her dust.
“No, I mean up much. Sorry, i just can’t help thinking about him.”
“Him?” I said, wondering who ‘he’ was”
“Yes, you know, your ‘him’. He looked so nice.”
“Ah.”
“Does he stand up nice and straight?”
“umm, sort of. He’s a little bent.”
“Oooh, I do like a little curve on them.”
Now I am fully erect and it shows. Mrs. Davis is still moving around dusting, but is repeating herself. The TV stand has been done twice. I am also toying with the idea of opening my dressing gown again and that is very exciting.
‘Of course my husband wasn’t as big as you.”
They say that flattery will get you everywhere. I got me to open my dressing gown. The next time Mrs. Davis turned around she stopped dusting for a moment and then said, “Oh that’s better now isn’t it? He does stand up nicely, doesn’t he?” Then she started dusting again, keeping one eye on ‘him’ as she did.
I still had my coffee in my hand, but the other was free and I stroked myself a little. I heard a stifled intake of breath from Mrs. Davis. So I continued.
“He never did that, my husband, never felt the need I suppose. He never was a big, you now, lover, if you see what I mean.”
“I think I do” I said. pre-cum oozing from the tip of ‘him’ and feeling very smooth over his head.
“I wouldn’t have minded if he did. I like to see them nice and hard.”
“I’m quite hard at the moment” I said, now committed to wanking as she watched.
The duster stopped moving. “I like it when they spit cum as well. Always found that fascinating. I little white fountain coming out of them. Lovely.”
“Really.” I said. I was imagining her naked, lying on the carpet in front of me, legs spread apart, her fingers working her clit as she watched me.
“Oh yes, I do like a nice strong spurt of cum.”
I was stroking myself a little faster now.
“And do you do it yourself?” I asked.
“Rub him?”
“No, I mean touch yourself.”
“Well I have to nowadays, he’s not much use for anything really.”
“And do you want to do it now?”
Mrs. Davis thought for a moment. “Oh I see, you want a look do you. Well if it will help you cum.”
“it might” I said.
“And do you want to cum over my titties, or my face?”
“I don’t mind. Which ever you prefer.” Wishing she says face.
“Let me see.” She said, starting to undress.
Blouse, first, then shoes, socks and jeans. I’m ready to cum so I ease off the stroking bit and just lubricate myself a little with pre-cum. Next the bra comes off. Her tits were better than I thought, actually quite firm. Then her pants. I stared a little at her cunt, nicely trim, nice lips, quite pleasant to look at. She knelt down in front of me. I sat up. on the edge of the sofa. I was wanking hear her face. She was watching me, her eyes glued to ‘him’, obsessed, licking her lips. I saw her hand move down and she started to touch her self, rubbing her clit as she watched me.
“Just come over me somewhere. dont worry about the mess, i’ll clean up after.”
I stroked faster, feeling the cum build up inside me.
“I just want your cum over me, thats all.”
It started. I was cumming. I wanted to cum so badly over this woman. I shot cum once, twice, three times, and again, and again, so much cum. Fucking awesome, all over her face, hair, dripping down on her tits and legs.
Then she takes a finger and scoops some of it up and sucked her finger clean. “That’s nice. Now just let me get that last drop off him for you and then I can tidy up.” So she licked him clean and I lay back and sipped my coffee, now a little cold. After that she got dressed, still covered in my cum and carried on with the dusting, occasionally wiping a wayward drip of semen from her face and licking her fingers. I went and made another coffee for myself.
And afterwards? Well, we shall see.
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Posted on : Nov 24, 2017
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Commented on Nov 25, 2017
Nice action. loved the story.
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