He is sitting there in just his leather trousers in the middle of the day. It's not something you'd expect to see, but when you run a topless cleaning company and one of your clients is for a swingers club, you learn to expect the unexpected. The ad was simple enough: "Looking for a discreet, open-minded cleaning lady to help maintain our play space. Must be comfortable with mild BDSM and nudity. Experience preferred."
Sandra usually did this area of town for me and with her 34GG bust, I knew she would satisfy this client's preference for bigger chests, but she had called in sick and I am not above getting back to the graft now and again.
I've seen it all and I have a nice pair of all-natural 42FF cups so I got on with the spraying and wiping as he sat there watching me. The smell of leather and sex was so thick I could almost taste it. The man who hired me, let's call him Sir, ran a private swinger's club. He said he had a bit of a mess from the previous night and needed some light dusting. The pay was good, and the location was convenient, so I agreed without asking too many questions.
"Good, good," he says, eyeing me up and down. "You're exactly what I need."
His eyes linger on my tight jeans and low-cut blouse, and I feel a shiver run down my spine. He's not the first client to get ideas, but I've learned to keep it professional. I grab the cleaning supplies from the hallway and get to work.
The living room is the first stop, and it looks like a tornado of sex toys and bondage gear has swept through it. There's a large, black X-shaped frame in the center of the room, with a pile of ropes and cuffs beside it. The couch is stained with what I hope is just wine, but the scent suggests otherwise. I start with the bookshelves, which are filled with leather-bound tomes and DVDs with titles that make my cheeks burn.
As I dust, I can't help but feel a bit turned on by the whole scene. I've always had a wild streak, which is why I took the job at the club in the first place. But this... this is a whole new level of kink.
"Ah, Jane," he says, coming up behind me. "You're doing a wonderful job."
His voice is like velvet, and his breath tickles my ear. I try to ignore the way my nipples tighten under my bra as he speaks.
"Thank you, Sir," I reply, keeping my tone professional.
"You know," he says, his hand brushing against my hip, "you're dressed far too conservatively for a place like this."
I turn to look at him, and his gaze is intense. He's wearing a pair of leather pants and nothing else, his chest bare and covered in a light dusting of hair. His eyes are dark and hungry, and suddenly, I'm not so sure I can keep things professional anymore.
"I can help you with that," he says, and before I know it, he's unbuttoning my blouse.
I let him, my heart racing as he slides it off my shoulders. His fingers trace the line of my bra, and then he's unclipping it. My breasts spill out, and he takes one in his hand, squeezing gently. I gasp, and he chuckles.
"Sensitive, aren't we?"
He leads me over to the couch and sits me down, kneeling before me. He runs his hands up my thighs, pushing my jeans down to reveal my black, lacy panties. I'm wet already, and he doesn't bother hiding his smile when he sees the dampness.
"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?" he says, his voice low and teasing.
I nod, unable to speak. He hooks his fingers into the waistband of my underwear and pulls them down, exposing my shaved pussy. His thumb runs over my clit, and I moan.
"Good girl," he murmurs, leaning in to kiss my inner thigh. "Very good."
His tongue darts out to lick at my wetness, and I spread my legs wider. He's gentle at first, teasing and tasting, but soon he's devouring me like a man starved. His tongue flicks at my clit, sending waves of pleasure through me. My hips buck, and he holds me down, his grip firm.
"You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he says, his voice muffled by my skin.
I nod again, my breath coming in ragged gasps. His fingers slide into me, and I'm lost. He hits just the right spot, and I come hard, my body shaking with the force of it. He doesn't stop, though, pushing me into another orgasm, and another, until I'm a trembling mess.
When I finally come down from the high, he stands up and offers me his hand. I take it, and he leads me to the bedroom. It's even more decadent than the living room, with a massive four-poster bed draped in red silk and a collection of whips and paddles hanging from the walls.
"Take off the rest of your clothes," he commands.
I strip, feeling his eyes on me as I do. He sits on the bed, stroking his cock, which is now hard and pointing at me. I crawl over to him, eager to please, and take him in my mouth. He tastes faintly of salt and something musky, and I suck him deep, feeling him thicken even more.
He groans, his hand in my hair, guiding my movements. He's not rough, but there's an urgency to his touch that tells me he's been holding back. I swirl my tongue around his head and suck harder, and he starts to thrust into my mouth.
"That's it," he says, his voice strained. "Just like that."
But he's not going to get off that easily. He pulls me up and pushes me onto the bed, spreading my legs wide. He slides into me without preamble, and I gasp at the feeling of being filled so completely. He's thick and long, and he stretches me in the most delicious way.
He starts to move, slow at first, but then picking up speed. His hips slam into me, and I feel every inch of him. His hands are everywhere, pinching my nipples, gripping my ass, and sliding into my wet pussy. He's not just fucking me; he's worshipping my body with every stroke.
"You're so tight," he says, his voice thick with lust. "So fucking tight."
I moan, my pussy clenching around him. He reaches for a bottle of lube on the nightstand and pours some onto his fingers. He slides one into my ass, and I tense up.
"Relax," he whispers, and I do.
He starts to pump his finger in and out, loosening me up. I've never done anal before, but the sensation is strange and exhilarating. He adds another, and I'm panting, my body stretched to its limits.
"Ready for more?" he asks, and I nod.
He pulls out and slathers his cock with lube. He pushes it against my ass, and I feel the pressure as he starts to enter me. It burns, and I whimper, but he's soothing, telling me to breathe and relax.
Inch by inch, he sinks into me, and I feel myself open up to take him. He's so deep, and it's so intense that I can't help but cry out.
"Good girl," he says, his voice strained. "Take it all."
He starts to move again, and it's like nothing I've ever felt before. It's fullness and pressure and pain, but it's also the most incredible pleasure I've ever known. He hits a spot inside me that sends me over the edge, and I'm screaming his name as I come again.
He doesn't stop, though, driving into me harder and faster. His hand is back on my clit, and he's working it in time with his thrusts. My orgasms come one after the other, and I'm not sure how much more I can take.
But he's not done. He reaches for a paddle from the wall and brings it down on my ass with a sharp smack. The pain makes me jump, and he does it again, and again. Each hit sends a jolt of sensation through my body, and I'm sobbing with pleasure.
"You're mine," he says, his voice gruff. "Mine to use and abuse."
He starts to fuck me harder, the smacks coming in quick succession. My ass is on fire, but I want more. I want him to mark me, to make me his.
And then he does. He hits me one last time, and it's like a bolt of lightning. I come so hard that I see stars, my body convulsing around him. He groans and stills, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his cum.
We lay there for a moment, both of us panting. Then he rolls over and pulls me into his arms.
"You did well," he says, stroking my hair. "Very well."
I smile, feeling a strange sense of satisfaction. This isn't what I signed up for when I agreed to do some light dusting, but somehow, it feels right.
"Thank you, Sir," I murmur.
"Don't thank me," he says, his voice tender. "Thank yourself for being so open and willing."
We lay there for a while longer, until the ache in my ass starts to subside. Then he gets up and helps me to my feet.
"Now," he says, handing me a wad of cash. "You've earned your pay."
I take it, my cheeks flaming. It's more than I would have made in a week at the club.
"Thank you," I say, tucking the money into my pocket.
He nods and gives me a knowing smile. "You're welcome. And if you ever want to come back for more... well, you know where to find me."
I leave his apartment feeling more alive than I have in years. I've discovered something new about myself today, something dark and delicious. And I know that I'll be back for more, eager to explore the depths of my own desires in the arms of a man who knows exactly how to push my boundaries.
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