Maid Service
by MWTB
I walked in the door, threw my briefcase on the floor and picked up the mail from the the little cubby where it was kept. I was leafing through it when I realized that I was not hearing the sounds of screaming and running. Where were my wife and kids?
"Kids?" I called as I walked through the dining room. I stepped into the kitchen, and there she was, on her hands and knees, scrubbing the floor.
She was facing away from me, and I could see the little black skirt reaching almost to mid-thigh, the black and white top stretched tightly across her back, as she scrubbed a spot just in front of her. She turned her head to look at me, flinging her red hair over her shoulder so that she could see me.
"Welcome home, sir," she said.
I looked at her with a smile and said, "You missed a spot," pointing to some dirt on the floor about a foot in front of her.
She looked at it and stretched forward to scrub it, leaving her knees planted where they were. As she leaned forward, her short skirt began rising up, until it was resting on the cheeks of her ass, her shaved pussy winking out at me.
She wiggled her ass back and forth for a minute as she scrubbed the spot, then without moving her body back, looked at me with her sultry eyes and asked, "Is that better?"
"Much," I said, dropping the mail on the floor and striding over to her. As I dropped to my knees, I was pushing my pants and underwear off my waist. I grabbed her hair and pulled back on it as I thrust my cock into her in one smooth stroke. Lubrication was not a problem.
She groaned as she felt my balls slap her clit. I pounded into her hard, and she was clearly on edge, because in just three or four minutes she was screaming as she came.
She collapsed to the floor and I picked her up and laid her across the black stone counter of the island. I pushed her skirt back up and buried my face between her legs.
"No, sir!" she complained. "It's too sensitive!"
I ignored her, wanting my treat, and soon she was approaching another orgasm. I flipped her over, pulling her hips down and off the counter and I buried myself in her again. I started thrusting my cock into her, pushing her up with my cock with a little help from my hands on her hips, letting gravity drop her back onto my cock with every stroke.
Watching her ass peeking out at me from under the sexy skirt, I couldn't help myself, and I spanked her ass, not because she had done anything wrong, but just because I thought it looked sexy red.
I was getting close, so I stopped spanking and reached under her, pushing my thumb onto her clit, and she screamed as she came again. I thrust as deeply into her as I could and released my load, groaning with pleasure. I stayed in that position for about 30 seconds, then my legs gave out and I collapsed on the bar stool behind me, pulling my cock out of her tight pussy.
My sexy maid lay on the counter, panting, cum dripping out of her and onto the floor. A few minutes later she rolled over and dropped to the floor.
"You've got more to clean up now," I said, pointing to the cum on the floor and my flaccid, sticky cock.
She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, licking and sucking until it was squeaky clean. When she was done, she stood and pulled my pants back up, refastening them. She turned and looked at the cum that was drying on the floor. "The maid can clean it tomorrow," she said.
As we walked out of the room I asked, "What did you do with our kids?"