*My House Cleaner



The phone rang and I picked it up. "Hello Mr. M. This is Tina," I
heard come across the line.

"Oh, hi Tina. How are you?" I asked.

"I'm fine, but I just got a new client. Would it be OK if I switched
to Friday mornings instead?" she asked.

Tina was my house cleaner. She came in once a week for 4 or 5 hours
and straightened the place up. I used to be in charge of cleaning the
house, or rather, I took on the job when I was disgusted with my wife
and kids making huge messes and making no effort to clean up. I
eventually got fed up, so I got recommendations from the neighborhood
wives and I hired Tina.

Tina was from an Eastern European country, I'm not sure which, and has
a heavy accent, but is still quite understandable. She is not a
goddess by any stretch of the imagination, but she is thin and in
shape. Her face is reasonably nice and she has small but firm
breasts. Her hair is a dirty blonde, clearly dyed, but at least she is
making an effort.

To date she had been coming on Thursday evenings when my wife and kids
were also home. We tried to stay out of her way when she cleaned,and
she did a reasonable, if not fabulous, job. But now it looked like she
would be moving to Friday mornings. I worked from home on Fridays
while my wife is at her office and the kids are at school, but I knew
that I could stay out of Tina's way.

On Friday morning I was working in my bed. I have a wireless and today
I didn't feel like going to my desk. Tina arrived and as she walked
into the house she yelled that she was here, and then presumably went
to work. About an hour later she walked into the bedroom and started
straightening up.

"All alone today with the upstairs maid," she said with a laugh.

I looked up in surprise. She usually didn't tease like this, but I was
game. I looked her up and down and said, "Well, an interesting
fantasy, but normally the upstairs maid is dressed differently." She
was wearing sweat pants and a thin white v-neck tee shirt. I could see
her plain white bra outlined under her shirt.

"What clothes does the upstairs maid normally wear?" she asked,
eyebrows raised.

"Well, as I recall, a French maid's uniform," I told her. "Of course,
naked or just in skimpy underwear work just as well."

She smiled as she returned to cleaning. "I'll keep that in mind," she
said. She finished cleaning the bedroom and went to the bathroom. A
few hours later she left, yelling good bye as she did.

The next week she was back again. This time I was in my office when I
heard her yell from my bedroom, "I have a question for you, Mr. M."

"I'll be there in one minute," I shouted back. I finished what I was
working on and headed to the bedroom to answer Tina's question. I
walked in and stopped in shock.

"Is this a reasonable uniform?" Tina asked me. She was standing there
in only her undergarments, and not the ones she normally wore. Her bra
was white and sheer, lacy around the edges. I could see her hard
nipples through it. Her panties were also white, not quite as sheer,
but I could see her big bush bursting out from under it.

It took me a few minutes to get my breath, then I answered, "It will
do for now."

"Thank you, Mr. M.," she said, and she went back to cleaning. As she
turned away from me, I saw that her panties were thongs, and most of
her ass was hanging out. I sat down on the bed and watched her as she
finished cleaning the bedroom, then she headed downstairs. I followed
her and watched her start to clean the dining room.

She got on all fours and pulled some crap out from under the
table. She started to get up and I said, "You missed some," pointing
to under one of the chairs.

She picked up what I pointed out and stood up, her hands behind her
back, shifting her weight on her legs. "I'm sorry I didn't do a good
job; I hope that you don't have to punish me."

I loved her accent, and I loved the look she gave me. I considered her
for a minute and then said, "I'm afraid that I have noticed that the
quality of your work has been slipping. Maybe you do need something to
remind you to do a better job. Turn around please."

She looked at me with a little smirk and turned around. I bent her
over the table and raised my hand. I landed the first smack square on
her ass, her thong not getting in my way at all. I landed another half
dozen before I said, "A real punishment should have nothing in the
way."

I pulled her thong down and she stepped out of it when it hit the
floor. She spread her legs some more as I landed another four
blows. She was wiggling her ass, and I just could not take it any
more. I yanked my zipper down and slammed my cock into her. Luckily,
her pussy was quite wet, and she groaned as I filled her. I pulled out
and pushed back into her, grinding her clit into the edge of the
table. She started moaning and I unsnapped her bra and pushed it off
her. I used one hand to grab her ponytail and pull her upper body off
the table and the other snaked around and grabbed one of her small,
conical titties. I continued stroking in and out as I mauled her. This
was not gentle lovemaking; it was raw animal sex, and we both loved
it.

I felt her getting closer as I pounded into her, and soon I heard her
gasping as she got off. Hearing her cumming and feeling her clench
around my cock brought me off as well, and I pumped her pussy full of
cum. 'Oh my god,' I thought, 'I don't know if she's on the Pill, and I
just came in her!' I was shocked for a moment, and then decided I
didn't care. She wasn't my wife, she wasn't my girlfriend; she was
just a convenient cum dump.

I pulled out of her and stepped back from the table, and she slid to
her knees on the floor as she tried to recover. She was in the perfect
position, so I stepped forward again and said, "I pay you to clean the
messes around here."

She looked at my cock in front of her face, and it certainly qualified
as a mess, covered in my cum and her juices. She smiled and leaned
forward, cleaning it gently with her mouth and tongue. When she was
done I said, "You left another mess," pointing between her legs where
a puddle was forming. She again smiled and moved around, sticking her
ass in the air as she leaned her head over to lap up the puddle from
the floor.

"Is there more for me to clean?" she asked.

"Yes," I told her. "You need to finish the house. And I'd like you to
stay in this outfit." She smiled at me and I sat on the couch and
watched her move around, cleaning the house in the nude with my cum
dripping from her pussy. Anytime that she noticed a drop fall to the
floor she would get down and lick it up.

Eventually I headed back to my office to do a little research. About
an hour later she came and stood outside my office.

"Yes, Tina?" I asked.

"I'm done with the house," she said. "Do you need anything else before
I go?"

"I'm fine," I told her. I handed her salary to her and added another
$100 and a piece of paper. "You can find uniforms at the URL on that
paper. Pick one out and have it express shipped. If I haven't given
you enough money, I'll make up the difference when I see you in it
next week."

"Thanks, Mr. M.," she said, turning to go.

"Oh, and Tina," I said.

"Yes," she asked, turning back.

"I love to eat pussy, but I can't abide getting hair in my mouth, so I
only partake in bald pussy," I told her.

"I'll remember," she said.

A few minutes later she yelled good bye as she left the house. I
realized I was going to love working from home on Fridays.

The End