“Do you think you can send Alma over tomorrow for some extra cleaning? My wife is coming home after being gone a couple of weeks and frankly, the place is a bit of a mess. Yes, I realize, but I’d prefer Alma. I know she could use the extra money for her son.” I got the confirmation that she would be by tomorrow at 10 am and hung up.
The place really was a mess. J. had been gone for training for two weeks, and I hadn’t done much around the house except drink bourbon and smoke a little pot. I could have taken the time and done it myself, but to be honest, it was well worth the money to watch our maid Alma clean rather than doing it myself.
I drank until I passed out on the couch that night, so I was awakened by the doorbell at 10 the next morning. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I went to the door wearing just a pair of athletic shorts. “Is it 10 already?” I asked as I opened the door to Alma. It may have been only the fact that I was horny, but Alma was looking especially good today.
Tall and lean but she still had nice full breasts. As she carried in her cleaning supplies and set them down I realized I was sporting a serious hardon which would have been obvious to Alma if she had looked as I only had on my shorts.
“I’m just going to jump in the shower,” I said.
“OK. I start in the kitchen.”
I thought about jerking myself off while in the shower, but I really just wanted to get cleaned up and out of Alma’s way.
So I was still hard beneath the towel wrapped around my waist when I practically ran Alma over as I exited the bathroom just as she came into the hall from the kitchen.
“Oh, sorry!” she exclaimed. Flustered, it was all I could do to keep my towel around me. She definitely looked down this time but said nothing as she took her things to the living room and I escaped to the bedroom. Once there though, having escaped the immediate surprise, I thought to myself, isn’t this why I asked for Alma today? Wasn’t my intention to show some attention? So I just slipped back into a clean pair of athletic shorts, no underwear, and a sleeveless shirt I usually run in. I’d been working out religiously and wasn’t shy about wanting to show off my arms.
I strode confidently this time, out to the dining room. I passed Alma, as she was slightly bent over to dust a side table. It was all I could do to resist the urge to grab her wide hips and pull her into me. But I did resist and she hardly seemed to notice me as I passed by. I sat down at my laptop at the dining room table. Alma had to pass through a couple times and gave me a shy smile each time. Each time I watched her dark eyes, long dark hair and mocha skin and knew I could only pretend to get any work done.
When she came by to sweep the dining room floor, I began to get up to get out of the way. My cock of course was still at full staff. “No, no. Please sit.” She pushed me back into the chair, and I felt the purposeful glance down to my crotch. Was it my imagination or did a hint of red come through her warm Mexican complexion?
“Ay! It’s a bit hot in here, no?” Alma said as she finished up sweeping the dining room. She shed the short-sleeved button-down shirt she had on. Underneath was a white tank top and under that was evidently a black lacey bra. She made sure to make a display of. I made sure to let her know I was watching. It was her turn to pay me back for my bit of exhibitionism. She tossed the shirt aside and went to vacuum the living room carpet, which she would be sure I could see. She gave me a quick glance to see if I was looking. I was.
The ball was in my court. I went to the kitchen and poured two glasses of ice water. I set one on the dining room table and then brought the other to Alma. “I thought since you’re so hot, you may want this.” I held the drink out, but it was clear what the bulge in my shorts was offering.
She stared openly at the bulge and then brought her eyes to mine. “Thank you!” she beamed. She took an drink and then held the water up to her brow, then tilted her head back and held the glass to her neck. My plan was backfiring. I slunk back to the dining room table.
Then she brought out the big guns on me. I watched as she poured a bit of Murphy’s soap into a bucket and then fill it with warm water at the kitchen sink. Staring at me as she did. She turned off the water and said, “I think these floors… They are dirty, so I will scrub them.”
“Oh no, you don’t need to…” I began to protest, but she just acted like she didn’t hear me and got down on her hands and knees and began to scrub the hardwood in the kitchen. She turned away so I had a beautiful view of her ass in the yoga pants she wore. It was all I could do to not pull out my dick and start to stroke it. When she was done with the kitchen and brought her bucket into the dining room I said, “I feel like I should be paying you extra!”
“Why?” She seemed genuinely dismayed as she looked up at me from all fours.
“Well, just because I’m getting a good show here.”
She gave me a querying look.
“I just mean… you are worth every penny and then some.”
“You pay good money. You should get what you want,” she reasoned.
What I was getting at the moment was a gorgeous view right down the front of her tank top to her breasts being cupped in black lace. I stared openly. She looked up at me and ran her tongue over her lips. “Are you getting everything you want?” she said with what passed for innocence.
I knew I couldn’t back down now. “No,” I replied, “but I’m not sure I could afford everything I want.”
“Well you pay for two hours. I can do anything you need…” She crawled forward, still pretending to scrub, just at my feet. I turned in the chair to face her fully. She looked up and ran a hand over the bulge in my shorts. “As soon as I come in I see what you need.”
She knelt directly before me and pulled my shorts down. I let them pass down to the floor and kicked them aside. She looked up to me with those huge brown eyes and then ran her tongue up along my shaft.
She wasted no time at sucking my cock. I sensed immediately that she had been wanting this even more than I had. She sucked my balls and stroked my cock and moaned like it was the best thing she has tasted in years. I was paralyzed, not knowing what to do or say.
I wanted to say no, but I also knew that this is what I wanted, this is why I asked for her. Soon my right hand was on her head and in her hair. Moments later I was really fucking her face, the saliva dripping from my shaft. Keeping one hand on my shaft, she reached down and rubbed between her own legs in rhythm to her bobbing on my cock.
“God!” I moaned, because I didn’t know what else to say.
She pulled away and gasped as she continued to stroke my cock. “Mmm, you want to fuck me?” she growled at me.
“Mmmm,” I responded.
She sucked for a few seconds and then released the head of my cock with a little pop. “I say, you want to fuck me?” Only part question now, part statement.
“Yes,” I groaned.
She stood up and pulled the tank top up over her head and stood there a moment letting me eye those full breasts in the lacey black bra. Then she smiled, hooked her thumbs under the waist of her yoga pants and pulled them down, over her ass, and to the floor. she wore nothing underneath, and when she stood up for me to admire again there was just a neat landing strip between her legs.
I pulled her toward me and kissed from her navel down to that patch of hair. She pushed me back onto the chair and threw a leg over me, straddling me, then reached down to guide my rock hard cock up into her.
“Mmmm, si!” she moaned.
“Yesss!” I agreed.
I kissed her chest, ran my hands up over her bra and cupped her tits and then pulled them out and sucked on each nipple. Alma ground her hips into me, riding my cock slowly. My entire length filled her and she ground her hips in my lap, moving her pussy back and forth over my shaft.
We both lost ourselves in the pleasure of that moment. I forgot everything, that I was married, that she was my maid and supposed to be working for me. Her head was tossed back and she was now grunting and moaning, I’m sure completely forgetting where she even was.
Her hips went faster.
I pushed into her harder.
She bounced up and down now on me and the chair creaked.
I slammed up into her as I felt my climax rising. “Baby, I’m going to cum!” I didn’t know if she knew the words but she sensed the urgency. She wrapped her arms around me and stopped bouncing and began just rocking.
I wanted to pull away, but she held me close. “Si, Papi!” she cried.
With those words, I exploded deep inside of her. “SI! SI!” she screamed now. I felt my load fill her.
I didn’t even care that I just filled my housekeeper with a load of baby batter. I was flying high. All I wanted was to do it all over again. Alma kissed my face all over, almost frantically. Then she looked me in the eyes. “Thank you,” she said rather hoarsely. She stood up, dressed, and then turned back to her cleaning as if nothing had just happened.
I was perplexed. Dumbstruck. All I could think about was wanting to take her to bed, but she just went about her business. “All clean!” she announced when she was done.
“Um, okay, Alma. Thank you,” I said almost sheepishly and handed her the check as I normally do when they finish.
“Thank YOU, Mister Tyler,” She said slyly and gave me a kiss behind the ear and went cheerily out the front door.
