She Cleans More Than The House

I had this woman who cleaned my house for 15 or so years. She was both attractive and nice, but her home life was a wreck; verbally abusive husband and a problem child, and it seemed like that was all she wanted to talk about, so I usually just left her alone.

After 10 years, she finally dumped the loser husband and the child grew out of their issues, and she was obviously much happier. She also changed her wardrobe. She went from wearing jeans and baggy t-shirts to form fitting t-shirts and Daisy Dukes. I had never realized what an amazing body she had. While she didn't complain about her family life anymore, she did tend to overshare on her personal details.

Her kids were out the house, so she was enjoying life, and frequently shared some of her social activities, but none of the juicy details. Then one day, I come home from work, and she's packing up to leave. We're engaged in polite chit chat, and she not so causally mentions that she has started selling sex toys, a kind of Avon or Tupper Wear party format. I'm a little surprised, both that she is sharing and that women would actually get together and do this sort of thing.

I ask, are these single women or married ladies that attend. She said it was about evenly split between the two. I ask what the most popular items are. She informs me that vibrators, dildos, and lube are the big sellers. Then she asks, with a naughty smile, would I like to see her wares some time? I'm hoping she is talking about both the toys and her body. She tells me that the next time she comes to clean, she'll bring some toys. I don't think I've ever looked forward to my next house cleaning more.

Two weeks go by, and I go home hoping that she is still there when I get there. She is, and she looks amazing. She's wearing a very short jean skirt with a leather belt and a white blouse with the top three buttons unbuttoned and tied in a knot beneath her breasts which exposes about four inches of toned midriff. She is also barefoot. She has also put on a little make up, which I have never seen on her before, and her blond hair is its usual ponytail. She looks stunning.

Putting down my bag, I say, "Hey there. You look amazing!"

"I hope you don't mind, but I used your bathroom to clean up a little," she responds.

"Not at all," I reply.

"I showered and used one of the towels in the linen closet." She grins.

"I'm glad you made yourself at home."

She asks, "Do you still want to see the toys I'm selling?" She asks. I think to myself, 'that and more', but all I say is "Sure."

She takes a case into the den, and starts to unload her bag, placing the items on the coffee table. She's bent over arranging everything, and this affords me a glimpse down her blouse, and I can see that she is not wearing a bra. At this point, Mr. Johnson, already semi-erect, becomes rock hard. Fortunately, I'm wearing slacks, so it's not as uncomfortable as pair of jeans, but the bulge is also very apparent in the loose-fitting material.

"I only brought my favorites," she informs me.

Arrayed before me are several vibrators, different kinds of lubricant, and a butt plug with what looks like a cat tail affixed to it. I notice that are a couple of what look like remote controls as well. "What are those?" I ask pointing at them.

"Remote controls for a couple of the vibrators," she confirms. Who knew?

"When you do these parties, how do you demonstrate how these work?" I inquire.

"Well, I just describe how they work. I also turn on the vibrators so they can feel the intensity of the different settings. It doesn't take much imagination to see how they work. Stick in, turn it on, and bang!"

"I guess you're going to show me?"

She grins. "I was hoping you would help me with the demonstration."

I am always willing to help a woman in need, especially sexual need, so I suavely stutter, "O-o-o-o k. What did you have in mind?"

"Well, I am going to take all three of these remote-controlled vibrators with me to the powder room, insert one, and when I come back, you can try and guess which one I'm using by playing with each one of the remote controls." With that, she stands up, picks up the three devices along with the butt plug and begins to walk out of the room.

"Don't you need some lube?" I offer.

"No, Beau, I don't. I am already plenty excited. Judging by the front of your pants, so are you."

With that, she turns and leaves the room. Three minutes later, she's back.

"How this works is that I turn around facing away from you. You pick up a remote and see if you have picked up the right control by my reaction."

She turns, and in addition to her beautiful ass, I can see the tail of the butt plug hanging out of the bottom of her skirt.

I pick up the first control and turn it on. No reaction. I turn up the intensity. Nothing. I turn it all the way up. Still nothing. I put it down and pick up the second. When I turn it on, her body gives a slight jerk. As the French would say, 'Voila!"

She turns around and her eyes are closed and she's sporting a big smile. I am sporting a big erection. I turn up the volume slightly, and she gives a low moan. Her nipples must have hardened because I can now see them poking against the thin material of her blouse. Her body is starting to quiver. I place the remote on the table and walk over to her. She senses my presence and opens her eyes. I lean down to kiss her on the lips, but she grasps my arms, pulls me into a firm embrace, and slips her tongue into my mouth. She lets go of me and starts to unbutton my shirt and I untie and unbutton the few buttons on her shirt. As she takes my right nipple into her mouth, I remove her shirt and pinch both of her nipples which causes her to moan, and at that point she orgasms.

Her eyes close, and she bows her head as multiple waves wash over her. She grunts in pleasure and her body has three or four spasms. She reaches between he legs and pulls out the vibrator and turns if off.

"Whew, that was good!" she exclaims.

I lean down to kiss her, and as my hand goes to the belt buckle on her skirt, her hands go to my own belt buckle. We unbuckle and unbutton each other and my pants and her skirt slide down our legs. She steps out of her skirt as I step out of my pants and my loafers. She is completely nude I notice that her crotch is completely free of hair. I am clad in only white boxers with my cock poking proudly through the fly.

"Seems unfair that I'm completely naked and you are wearing boxers," she says as she grabs the waistband of my boxers in both hands and slides them down my legs. She kneels in front of me and grabs my cock in her hands and slowly licks my balls.

"I wondered if you shaved your balls. I like that they are silky smooth," she purrs.

"I noticed that you don't have any hair below your waist as well," I reply. I love that. Makes for much better oral sex.

She grins and takes the bulbous head of my cock in her mouth. I look down and see her eyes gazing directly up at me. I also notice not one but two tails, her blond ponytail and the cat tail attached to the butt plug she inserted.

"I like to have my ponytail used as a handle, if you don't mind," she informs me.

"I don't mind at all," I offer as I grab her ponytail and use it to increase the pace of her mouth up and down my cock.

It only takes a couple of minutes and I explode in her eager mouth, not thinking to warn her that I was cumming. She didn't miss a beat, nor a drop, and licked me clean giving me post orgasm shivers as she sucked and licked my slowly deflating cock.

"Sorry I didn't warn you," I say apologetically.

"You owe me," she grinned.

"Can you stay for dinner?" I ask.