I have an amazing job. It’s also amazing how many sex-deprived and sex-hungry women there are out there. These women are my job.
The text read, “New client. Timid. Wants it rough. Don’t overdo – first timer!” There also was an address and a time for this afternoon. Perfect. Plenty of time to grab lunch and then make my way over there.
The address was in an average street with average everything. Cars, houses and apartment buildings, people, nothing stood out. I could understand how a housebound woman would feel the need for some adventure. After pressing the buzzer, I heard a woman ask who was there, so I said the name of the firm I work for. Immediately, and without a word from her, the door was opened and I made my way to the floor where she lived.
The door to the apartment was ajar so I could go inside without knocking. Clearly, the woman didn’t want to attract any attention from neighbors, which I understood. There were many women who needed some ‘action’ but they also needed to keep up appearances.
After a quick knock on the door, so she knew I was there, I went in and closed the door behind me. I found myself in an empty living room, but from somewhere I heard a sound. Seconds later, the woman appeared from the kitchen. She looked nice, a bit stiff or old-fashioned for her age. She could do with some sunshine too, I noticed. Her blouse was cute, her skirt too long. I had the impression she had great legs, and it was a shame to hide those.
“Hello,” she said with a bit of a smile. She was a bit scared, I could tell. “Would you like some coffee?”
I walked over to her, put my arms around her, and pressed my hands into her behind. “No. I would like some of you.”
“Oh!” Her eyes were large. She hadn’t expected an approach this direct, but this was what I had in mind for her. I slapped her behind. Her face told me it was the first slap in a long, long time. I slapped her again, this time the other cheek.
“You like that, don’t you?” She didn’t answer immediately so I slapped her butt again, leaving my hand there. “Don’t you?”
Something in her eyes changed. “Yes,” she said. She pushed her butt into my hand, so I slapped it again.
“Turn around,” I ordered, releasing her from my arms.
“Why?” A hint of worry.
I repeated my command and this time she did. I knew she was tensing up as I put my hands on her shoulders and slowly ran them down her back. I felt the bra straps and pulled them a little. “Nice,” I commented. I moved my hands down to her butt and patted them. “Take off your skirt.”
She breathed in fast and didn’t move.
“Take… Off… Your… Skirt…” I said, patting her butt with each word.
“Yes, yes,” she said, and hurried to get the garment unbuttoned. It fell to the floor.
I was right, she had great legs. Her blouse hung down over her butt so I couldn’t see her underwear, but that was for later.
With my hands on her hips, I pulled her into me and reached up so I could squeeze her tits. They were firm. Experience told me that her bra was a flimsy thing, these tits were real. My cock had already grown to almost full proportions. I had to get out of these pants. From behind her, I started unbuttoning the blouse, but after a few buttons, I tore the thing open, making buttons fly all over. The info had been, “She likes it rough,” so she could have that. Her surprised scream told me she hadn’t expected that. Good.
I bent over and quickly pulled her panties down to her knees. Her butt was good. Firm. I had kind of expected that already as I’d had it in my hands. “Stay there like that,” I said, getting up and undoing my pants. Quickly I stripped, hoping she didn’t hear it. At times, I patted or squeezed her behind, each time surprising her.
“Take off that bra,” I told her. “No, keep facing that wall. I want to see you do it.” By then, I was naked. My cock stood to attention and was ready to go in anywhere.
She took off the bra and stood there. I stepped closer, making sure my cock pressed against her. She gasped, and I told her to reach behind her, to take my stiff cock in her hands and play with it. She clearly wasn’t very experienced, but she did her best. Everything she did, without being able to see what she was doing, felt good after having my erection fighting to get out of my trousers.
I grabbed her wrists and held her. “To the kitchen,” I ordered her. She walked, slowly, as I held her hands close to my cock.
The kitchen wasn’t large but I didn’t need much space. I made her stop and face me. As I had expected, she immediately looked down at the cock she’d been holding. That gave me time to enjoy her body. She looked pretty good for a bored housewife.
“Now lean over the kitchen counter,” I said, “and spread those pretty long legs.”
“I…” she said, hesitating, then did as I told her to do. I put my hands on her butt and squeezed once more. She sighed. She really enjoyed this, and the best was still to come. I fingered her pussy for a while. She didn’t shave, which I liked. I massaged her lips and rubbed along her clit, while holding her down over the counter. The woman wiggled her butt. A good sign. To make sure she was wet enough, I shoved a finger inside her. Slowly at first but when I found she was soaking wet, I pushed in deep and hard. That way she knew what was coming.
I pulled my finger out and stood behind her. Her ass was perfectly aligned. All I had to do was step forward and half of my cock slid inside her.
“Ahhh….” she said, trying to get up.
I held her down. “Not so quickly, doll,” I said, and pushed deeper inside her. Her pussy wasn’t tight, but that didn’t matter. She was wet, wide open, and willing. I grabbed her hips and started pounding inside her. Slow at first, so she could enjoy that, and feel how deep I would go. After a while, I increased the speed of my thrusts. Her body responded by squeezing, which was a great feeling for me, and for her as well, I was sure of that.
“Tell me you want it harder, doll,” I said.
“Yes, yes! Harder. Harder and faster!”
Such desire was an invitation to go full out, so I slammed hard into her, to the point where I had to calm down a bit or I’d get off inside her before she’d had her chance. I thought that, and at the same moment, she screamed, grabbed the counter, and started convulsing as her orgasm hit. She squeezed my cock so hard that I had no time to pull out. I didn’t want to cum inside clients, but this time it was too late. I pumped everything I had inside her, and she kept cumming. It was as if she was making up for months, maybe even years of being ignored.
After several minutes she was finally done. The woman lay over the counter, panting, as my cum dripped out of her and ran down her legs. I stood there, watching her, taking in the sight of how she was doing. I didn’t touch her again, that was against the rules. My rules.
By the time my cock had gone mostly limp again, the woman finally pushed herself up from the counter. Her face had a shine of sweat over it and her eyes sparkled.
“That was good,” she said. “I wanted this. I needed this.”
“I could tell,” I said, watching her touch herself between her legs. Her hand came back, wet with her and my fluids. She licked it, which was always a treat.
“Thank you. I think I will call again.”
“We’re always available,” I said, “24/7.”
She slipped her hand between her legs again. I knew she was working herself up to another orgasm. After she’d closed her eyes, I walked out of the kitchen and quickly got dressed. This was what she’d asked for and she’d gotten her money’s worth.
After leaving the building, I took my phone. “Job done,” I texted.
“We’ll have something new soon,” was the reply.
I looked up at the floor where a housewife was getting herself off. Then, with a good feeling, I walked off.
