Maid Service

 

You got the call and are driving over to the address to provide Maid Service. It is a house in the suburbs. Your maid’s outfit is tight across your breasts, accenting your cleavage. Your loose skirt is up around your waist, and you are enjoying your bare ass on the car seat cover, warmed by the morning sun.

You pull up at the address, it is a simple, single-family home. There is a car in the driveway, and you pull in behind it. As you get out of the car, you know that anyone looking out will see maid in a traditional black and white outfit, but anyone looking closer, will see your bare ass and legs and that your outfit is made of latex and PVC. You open the back seat and pull out your bucket, and caddy, both of which carry all of your supplies.

You walk up to the door, set down the bucket and knock. When I open the door, I am wearing polo shirt and slacks. “You are the one from the cleaning company? Come on in.”

You see a home that is obviously well lived in. ‘What is it that you need, sir?’ you ask, slipping off your shoes as you enter the house. Your feet feel the texture of the carpet.

I let out an exasperated sigh, “I have an online business meeting today, and I need this place cleaned up. My parents will return from their cruise tomorrow. This is their house and I have been living here for the past month. Let me show you the closet with the vacuum, brooms, and mop. While you are working, I will be in the office. Please clean it last.”

‘Of Course Sir’ and you see me looking at your cleavage. I glance at my watch and leave. You notice that the house is mostly clean, but the kitchen needs mopped, the living room needs dusted and vacuumed, and there are some items that seem to need straightened.

You start with the dusting. You bend and reach, feeling the texture of outfit on your skin. Your nipples get hard.

I leave the office to refill my water, I notice you leaning and bending. Your bare ass barely covered by your uniform. You hear me clear my throat, “You are doing a nice job, but can I ask you a question?” You stop and turn, your hard nipples are obvious in your tight top. ‘Yes, Sir?’ “Why are you naked under that?” ‘It is easier to clean myself after, sir. The same reason I am barefoot, so I don’t track dirt into your lovely home.’

I lick my lips as I think about what you look like naked. I swallow hard. “I'll let you continue. I just need some water.” I go the kitchen and refill my water bottle.

You finish dusting and vacuuming. You move to the kitchen, wipe down the counters, and mop the floor. You feel the difference between the carpet and the floor on your feet. You always enjoy how things feel on your skin.

All you have left it the Office. You see the door closed, so you knock. I yell for you to come in. You see me sitting at a desk with a laptop. I am wearing a headphone, there is a camera, but I have it turned off. The mic is muted and I tell you “The meeting is still on, so you can dust, but please don’t vacuum until it is over.” You agree. You notice that the office is a library, with lots of shelves and items on them.

You get your dusting cloths and your duster, then start on the shelves behind me. You hear me talking about acquisitions and budgets. Dusting from the top shelves down to the lower shelves. You then move to the next set.

As you stretch up, you feel my eyes on you. If makes you feel a bit sexy. So you dust in a slow, and exaggerated manner. You hear me still talking but as you move your hips back and forth, you hear me swallow loudly.

As you dust the lower shelves you keep your legs straight, showing me your ass and bare pussy. “Oh God that is lovely. I mean, yes sir we can do that, with no problem.”

Knowing that you are turning me on, makes your pussy wet. You take a large vase off the lower shelf, turn, face towards me, squat down and spread your legs. The loose skirt barely hides your pussy from me as you slowly wipe the dust of the vase in a slow stroking motion. You move your hips up and down a bit as you do it.

I reach down and adjust the crotch of my pants. I am obviously hard. I mute the mic. “Can you do a Special Cleaning, after the meeting ends?” You smile seductively and nod.

You put raise the skirt up, and flash me your smooth waxed pussy. I lick my lips as I try to focus on the meeting. You keep dusting and moving around the room. You are so turned on by the thought of me having to watch you as you finish dusting. You purposely raise your skirt over your ass so I have to watch your sexy bottom move back and forth as you dust. I unzip my fly and pull out my cock, and slowly stroke it under the desk.

I unmute the mic. “Yes sir, I think that if we focus on giving our clients what they need, they will be satisfied.” You turn and look at me. You smile devilishly, and pull your breasts free from your top. “Yes, I agree with the Chief of staff, that we need to focus on the clients’ requirements, and ensure they properly file all change orders.”

You lick your fingers and slowly rub your nipples.

“Yes, Sir, Change orders are time consuming, but it gives a trail that can be audited and followed. We want our clients to understand that when things are ‘hard’ for them we will pay special attention to their needs. We will do what we have to satisfy their last-minute requirements.” I am looking directly in your eyes as I say this. I slide to the edge of my seat and undo my pants. I slide them down and slowly stroke my cock.

I wink and nod at you. You crawl over on your hands and knees and get under the desk. My hard cock is ready for you to “clean and dust”. You slowly lick the tip. You feel the spongy texture on your tongue as you lick around it. Then slowly take it in your mouth.

“Yes sir. I think that Logistics is right, with proper marketing we could penetrate into areas that we previously hadn’t been. I am not saying that we forget what we are good at, but we can expand into areas we might not have considered.”

You lube my cock with your saliva and then you place my cock between your full round breasts. You have to be careful so you don’t bang your head on the underside of the desk. You slowly move your chest up and down, feeling the texture of my cock between your full firm tits. You pull your nipples as do this. This feels good but different.

I groan in pleasure as you do this. “I am sorry sir, I had to clear my throat.” you hear me say. And then mute my mic. “That feels so good. As soon as this is over I want to lick your pussy. Do you do anal? I so badly want to fuck your sexy ass.” You smile up at me. Wink and go to your caddy. In a special case you have your butt plug. You take your time and show me as you rub lube all over it.

I unmute the mic, “Yes, Sir. If we call Marketing, they might have a strategy already in place to probe and enter new markets. They might even have the contacts to lubricate the channels for easier entry.” At that you bend over and slide your plug in and out. Teasing your tight asshole. Showing me as the tip goes in… and then out. As you do this, you see me stroking my hard shaft again.

“Yes, I agree with Marketing. They already have to tools and the contacts. This will go in easier than you think.” And at that you pop your plug in place.

You crawl back over to suck me some more, and as you do it feels so good having your ass filled and you slowly crawl under the desk. You take my cock back in your mouth and suck it firmly. 

“Oh God.” you hear me say. “No sir. I was just thinking that maybe we need to table some of these discussions for next week, or do them as private one on ones later on.” You suck deeper and you taste my pre-cum. “Yes sir, I think we should stop for the day. We can resume later. Thank you everyone for you input during the meeting.”

I remove my headset and close my laptop.

I roll my chair back and pull you out from under the desk. I have you sit on the desk. Your bare ass feels where the laptop warmed the surface. Your buttplug adds pressure as I spread your legs, putting them on my shoulders. You feel my mouth on your smooth pussy. I grab your curvy hips and I hungrily lick up and down.

You feel my nose rub your mound as my tongue licks up and down. Your cunt is so wet. You grab my hair with one hand and pull a hard nipple with the other. You feel my tongue licking between your pussy lips, then thrust into you. My tongue feels firm and slick in your hungry slit.

I move one hand and you feel my finger push back your hood and rub your sensitive clit. That feels so good. You shift your hips. Your feel the plug in your ass, my tongue in your pussy, and me rubbing your clit. You pull my hair and your nipple in pleasure.

“Cum on my mouth” you hear me say. I rub your clit harder. It feels so good. You hump my face in pleasure. Your pussy pulses as you are closer to cuming. 

You pull my face tightly against you as you feel pleasure wash over you. “Oh you are such a good girl.” I say as your pussy lips pulse around my tongue.

I move back, pull you to your feet, and bend you over the desk. “I’m going to cum in your ass.” You shiver in pleasure as I press you down on the desk.

You feel me grab your butt plug. I slowly pull, then push. I pull a bit more, then push back in. It feels good as I work your plug in your ass. You moan in pleasure. “Yes. You want a hard cock in your big ass.” ‘Yes Sir, I do.’ You say with a moan.

I pull it all the way out, and place it on the desk. I open a drawer and pull out a small bottle of lube. I coat my cock in it. You feel me drip more lube on your open asshole. It feels cool as it drips on you. I rub it around and in. First one finger goes in and out. It feels good. You pull your nipples again.

You feel me work a second finger in and out, as I work the lube in and out. ‘Yes Sir, fill my ass, stretch me open.’ You say as you feel a third lubed finger going in and out. You reach down and rub your clit. I pull your hair. You feel my breath by your ear. “Yes, rub your clit so you cum. I’m going to cum in your slutty ass.”

You feel the tip of my thick cock slide into your lubed asshole. I work it in slowly. First the tip… then you feel the thick part of my shaft stretch your hole. And I work my cock in and out. Deeper with every thrust.

I thrust deeper and harder. I’m moving faster. Breathing harder. You rub your clit harder and I pull your hair again. “Yes, cum for me. I’m going to fill your slutty ass with my cum.” You feel me thrust and hold it. You rub hard as you feel my cock throb inside your ass as my cum shoots inside of you. You rub your clit and cum. Your asshole tightens and pulses around my cock as you cum too.

I whisper in your ear “You are such a good girl. You do such a good job, I will tip you extra.” I kiss your cheek as you feel my softening cock slide from your ass. You feel warm cum drip from your ass onto your open pussy.

I pull up my pants, pull out my wallet, and place a stack of bills on the desk. “I need to refill my water. Finish up in here, and you may go.” I leave the room, you tuck your breasts back into your PVC top and wipe my cum from you. You clean up the desk and wipe up wet drops from the floor. You pack up, grab the stack of cash, it’s a number of twenties. The last then you do is vacuum, and you leave. You call the office and tell them that the client is fully satisfied, and go to your next assignment.

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Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 2

 

The next morning, you get up, make coffee, clean up, and get dressed for work. You let your wife lie in bed for a bit. She took time off this week so she can take care of the kids. After packing lunch and taking a sip of coffee, you check on her. Softly, you kiss her lips. She lets out a sleepy moan. “Good morning, my sleepy head. Coffee’s ready in the kitchen, and I’m leaving for work.”

She opens her eyes, glances at the clock face on the nightstand, rolls onto her side, and pulls up the blanket. “I can sleep for a couple more hours,” she mumbles.

“I’ll see you later.” You whisper into her ear and then gently kiss it.

“Uh-huh.” She says in a sleepy tone. “Go to work, be safe. See you when you get home.”

You get up, grab what you need, and then head off to work.

The office has that weird, ‘empty but hectic’ feel. There isn’t really a lot going on, but with so many people taking time off, if there is something to do, there really aren’t a lot of people to get it done, so you feel like there are so many orders to check, so many emails to respond to, and so many things that, during a normal week, others would do.

A couple of times, you get up from your desk, refill your coffee cup, and just walk around to see who’s really in. One of the ladies up front; one of the senior partners; and a couple of team leaders. But aside from that, most everyone else is gone. You make small chit-chat with the few people you see. The lady at the front desk asks if you’ve got anything special planned for the weekend. You blush at the thought of your wife and you, role-playing tonight. She asks what’s on your mind, and you tell her in rough, vague details that you have the house to yourselves, so you and the wife will have fun. She gives you a knowing nod and then answers the phone. Raising your coffee mug, you motion to her that you’re going back to your desk. She nods as she answers the caller’s questions.

By the end of the workday, you just want to go home. With about 10 minutes left to go, you start closing up and locking things up for the day. You see your boss closing his office. “You’re still here?” he asks. “Didn’t I put out an email telling everyone in the office to leave an hour early?”

You shake your head. “I didn’t see it.”

“Tomorrow, check your ‘spam filter’. If it’s in there, leave early tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Your reply.

Traffic on the drive home isn’t too bad. You pass signs on the local churches advertising “Holy Week Services”.

You and your wife could go to the “Holy Thursday” evening service. If the kids were home, you know that you’d go. But your dad will take them to their church. You smile at the thought of your father telling your kids the importance of foot washing, the specialness of the Last Supper, and the preparations to go to the garden. You slowly shake your head, because you’ve never been as religious as your parents. You attend church, but that’s mostly for the kids.

No, tonight, instead, you want to spend time with your wife.

Walking through the door, you smell pasta and sauce. You put your lunch bag in the kitchen and see your sexy wife wearing an apron to cover her ‘housewife’ shirt and slacks. “That smells good. Should I…”

She turns and tells you, “Go wash up, but don’t change. Don’t go into the bedroom. You have to wait until after dinner.”

Nodding, you do as you’re told, washing up and then sitting at the table. Soon, your wife brings a hot plate of noodles with homemade sauce. “Mmmm, I love it.” You say as you take a forkful.

She smiles as she sits down next to you. “I’m glad. It helped put me into the ‘helpful housewife’ spirit. I even watched some TV while cooking, so as to see if I saw more of those commercials.”

“Did you see what you wanted?” you ask.

She reaches under the table and rests her hand on your crotch. “Oh yes. I even found commercials I have fantasies about, too.” She gives your thigh a loving squeeze, which awakens your ‘trouser snake’.

“Are you trying to get me hard before I finish dinner?” you ask.

She winks and smiles. “Maybe,” she leans closer and whispers, “or maybe I just want to be wet for you because you don’t know what I have on under my outfit.”

Your mind flashes through a variety of options: plain cotton underwear, lacy black or red lingerie, or maybe nothing at all. “Should I guess or…”

She kisses some sauce off your lips. “You have to wait. By the way, you have to clean the kitchen before you get to play.”

Nodding, you kiss her and then finish eating.

After the kitchen is clean, you walk to the bedroom. The door is closed, but when you open it, you see stacks of your folded shirts and pants on the bed, on a couple of chairs, and on top of the hamper lid. Giving the room the basic feel of a clothing department in a “big box” store. Her back is to you as she looks at her closet, as if deciding what items to try on next.

“Wow, you really set things up. Is there anything I need to know?” you ask without getting into character yet.

She walks over, kisses you, and points to the lube and dildos on the nightstand. “I prepared myself, to be filled every way. Just make sure I’m ready, first.” She whispers, “And my safe word is ‘marmalade’.”

You nod and softly repeat “‘Marmalade’. Hopefully you won’t need to use it.”

She then walks back over to the closet and gets back into role.

You smile and try to remember the dialogue of the ‘hapless dad’ from the commercial. Picking up a couple of polo shirts; a grey one and a red one, you hold them against your chest and move like you are comparing them as you look in an imaginary mirror. Frowning, you turn to her. “My wife sent me to get a new shirt. Can you help me?”

As she turns, you notice she is wearing a striped sweater similar to the ‘mom’ character in the commercials. “Of course. Let’s see.” Walking over, she takes both of them from you, holds up one, and then the other. She looks like she is thinking as her eyes narrow, and she bites her lower lip in concentration. “I think the red one looks better.” She holds it against your chest and softly caresses the material. Even through your work shirt, you feel the pressure of her fingers on your skin.

“Should I try it on, so you can, see?” You ask, with the same tone of the male character in the commercial.

She nods and smiles. Pulling off your work shirt, you pull on the polo. You smooth out the front as you feel her fingers smoothing out the back. You move like you are still looking in that imaginary mirror.

“See how good it looks on you. Your wife will love it.”

Turning to her, you smile, just like in the commercials. “Thanks, what would I do without you?” Then you pause, “How can I make it up to you? You’ve been so helpful, you deserve a reward.” You give her a seductive wink and a nod.

She then motions towards the nightstand where she laid out her ‘toys’ of various sizes. “But what about these people that I helped too?” She is still in character.

“If they want to reward you too, how can I say no?” you reply, continuing to role play.

You quickly clear off the bed and have her stand next to it. Slowly, you unbutton her sweater. “Your husband is a lucky man.” You playfully tell her.

As the sweater falls to the floor, she replies, “Yes, he is.”

You kiss her, tasting a little of tonight’s dinner. Reaching into the waistband of her slacks, you pull up her plain white shirt. You are happily surprised that there isn’t a bra underneath. Her nipples look so beautiful and tasty. Those nipples, which a few years ago were suckled by your children, look like they are begging for your mouth. You lean forward and slowly lick around the areola of the left one. “Is that the kind of thing your husband does to you?” You ask.

“Not as often as I need.” She answers, her voice taking on a sensual, husky tone.

“Let me help you then.” You say as you lick and suck it, feeling it get firm in your mouth.

“Mmmm.” She moans softly. As you focus on her breasts, she reaches for a dildo. “Oh, you helped me, too. Is that cock for me?”

Before you can answer, she answers herself in a fake man’s voice. “Yes, little lady, it’s all for you. You’ve been so helpful.” Then she licks and sucks the tip of her toy.

“Do you want to lie down, so we can all pleasure you better?” You ask, trying to make your voice sound suave and different, as you undo her slacks and pull them down. “Oh, does your husband know you wear underwear like that?” you ask in the same fake accent. She’s wearing red crotch-less panties you bought for her a few years ago.

“Oh, no. He doesn’t know I like to wear sexy things like that. Especially when I have a chance to hook up with friendly strangers.”

You get on your knees and kiss the lacy fabric just above her exposed pussy. “So that’s why you’re always so helpful. You’re hoping to hook up with ‘helpless husbands’ and good-looking strangers?”

You hear a sucking noise above you as she takes her toy deep in her mouth. Pulling it out, she responds. “Yes. That’s why I’m always so helpful. Looking for men and maybe a few women who will repay my kindness.”

You imagine seeing your wife with a strange dick in her mouth, a strange woman sucking the nipples you were just sucking, and a third man licking her ass. Your dick hardens at the strange fantasy. She must be imagining something similar because you smell her arousal. Plunging your tongue into her pussy, she moans around the toy in her mouth. She spreads her thighs a bit more to let you thrust your tongue deeper. You feel her hand on your head as she presses herself harder against your mouth.

Gasping, she asks, “Can I get on the bed now, to give you all better access to me?”

You slip your tongue out and look up at her. There’s a string of saliva from her mouth to the dildo she’s holding. She looks so sexy and slutty.

“Yes. Get on the bed. Let’s use you like you want to be used.”

She smiles down at you, wickedly as she steps out of the pants, puddled around her ankles. You stand up. Kiss her, thrusting your tongue into her mouth, and then you reach for two more toys on the nightstand. She laid out a small bottle of lube, a clit sucker, and a textured glass dildo, along with the rubber one she is using. Your wife climbs on the bed and rolls onto her back, rubbing the dildo between her breasts.

You get between her legs, drip some lube on the tip of the clit sucker. She’s rubbing the cock between her breasts, “Yeah, titty-fuck me just like that.”

Slowly, you lick along the inside of her thighs as you lick one and use the tip of the sucker on the other. The mixed sensations on her skin has her look down at you. “Mmmmm. More than one of you on my thighs. Are you going to both lick my pussy?”

“Of course. That’s what you want. All of us thank you.” You reply with a mischievous tone.

She spreads her legs wider as you move the sucker to her clit and put your tongue in her wet, waiting pussy. “Yes, have her suck my clit as I suck this cock.” She says sucking on the dildo again.

You stop licking her pussy and rub her pussy lips with the tip of the glass dildo. “Would you like a real cock in your mouth?”

She pulls the toy from her mouth, “Yes. Let me move first.”

You stand up as she gets on her knees. Watching as she takes the rubber dildo between her legs and lowers herself on it. “Lube up my glass cock.” She says in an almost commanding voice.

You do, then hand it to her. She bends forward and rubs it between her ass cheeks.

“Do you need help with that?” you ask with a smile. She tries to put it into her tight anus. You kiss her softly. “Let me help. I’ll be gentile.” She nods and hands it to you. Dripping more lube along the crack of her ass, you slowly spread it around using the dildo, moving up and down. “Relax and imagine a strange man slowly entering you.” You hear her inhale and squat, the rubber dildo still in her pussy. Placing the glass tip against her puckered hole you gently but firmly push. 

It slides in as she pushes back a bit. “I love it. One in my cunt, one in my ass.” She turns to you, and motions for you to get in front of her. “And now one in my mouth.” She squats down so she can ride both toys at once and leans her head forward.

You’ve rarely seen her so you turned on and depraved. There is a hunger in her eyes as she grabs your hard shaft. Her tongue is so smooth and wet as she licks the tip, then she sucks you firmly, while pressing herself down on the bed, pushing the toys deeper into her. Soon she is rocking back and forth, fucking her mouth with your hard cock. She’s moaning in pleasure as she grinds herself against the bed. In your imagination it’s the actress from the commercials whose sucking you as she takes cocks in her ass and pussy. Placing your hand on her head, you thrust in time with the rhythm she’s created. You’re breathing harder and won’t last long. “Do you want me in your mouth or somewhere else?”

She pulls you from her mouth. “Fuck my ass.”

Moving around and behind, she raises up her ass. The glass dildo slides out. Even though your cock is slick with saliva and pre-cum, you put more lube on it.

Her asshole is waiting for you as you press your tip against it. With just a little pressure it slides in. She feels so warm and tight. So different than her mouth or pussy. She rocks back against you. Moving back and forth she takes your cock as deep as she can. “That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck my ass.” She says with an almost animalistic growl. You feel the vibrations of her using her sucker toy on her clit and the pressure of the fake cock in her cunt. You are so close to cumming. She presses back against you, and you feel her body quiver with pleasure. Her asshole tightens around you as she cums. It feels so good as you hold her hips tightly and fill her ass with your spunk.

“Yes….” She moans.

Then she pulls the dildo from her pussy and you slowly slide your softening dick from her. You both are sweating. She gets up and hugs you. You hold her tightly in your arms. “You must have really enjoyed that.” You say to her, breathing hard.

She nods and kisses you. “More than you know. Join me in a shower?” She asks as she gets off the bed, strips off her crotchless panties which are now stretched out a bit.

“Of course.” You answer as you put dirty clothes in the hamper.

You both walk naked into the bathroom. She grabs a towel and washcloth, leans into you and whispers “Tomorrow night we can do my fantasy, ‘Mr. Insurance guy’.”

(I hope you enjoyed this 2-part Couple’s Tale. If you want a follow up story of the husband as “Mr. Insurance Guy” helping the distressed housewife, tell me in the comments. If you enjoyed it, Leave a Comment. If you enjoy my writings, Follow and Subscribe. See you next Friday with a new story.)

Couple's Commercial Role-Play Fantasy - Part 1

 

You sit on the couch, trying to relax, watching TV. The kids are excited for Spring Break from school, planning to spend time with their grandparents, and your wife is reading a trashy novel, sitting in a chair near you.

Between episodes of police procedurals and emergency rescue dramas, you keep seeing the same commercials over and over. You don’t know if it’s that you’re tired, bored, or just horny. In a couple of commercials, you notice that the actresses are a more plain-looking version of your wife. Your mind wanders, imagining the ‘hapless guy’ that the “mom” helps find the right furniture, clothing, or whatever, offers to take her in back and repay her kindness with vigorous sex in the showroom, the dressing room, or in the storeroom. A wicked smile crosses your lips when, in one ad, after she helps one guy, there are three others who also need help. “Of course. She wants all four at once.” You quietly chuckle to yourself.

Your wife looks over the top of her book, “What’s so funny?” She asks, glancing towards the TV.

“I’ll tell you in a bit.” You say, as you get off the couch, walk over and give her a kiss. “You are so much sexier than the actresses on the commercials.”

She arches her eyebrow, “Thanks, but what brought that on?”

“Let me put the kids to bed first.” You respond.

Going into the other room, you get your son off the game system, and have your daughter put away her coloring book and crayons. “It’s bedtime, kids.”

“Awwww, but we don’t have school.” Your son says.

“Yeah, Daddy, we’re on Spring Break.” Your daughter chimes in.

Nodding, you remind them that tomorrow you’re going to take them both to your parents’ place. They’ll spend a day with them and then spend a day with the other grandparents.

“If you aren’t good, I’ll tell them you aren’t allowed to go to the candy store.”

“Candy World!” your daughter screams.

“It’s just candy.” Your son tries to say in a cool tone, but you notice that he saves his game and powers the player off.

As the kids brush their teeth and get ready for bed, you do a quick check in the kitchen to make sure you turned on the dishwasher. There is nothing more frustrating than filling and loading the dishwasher and forgetting to turn it on. It is gently humming as it still washes the dinner dishes.

Going back to check on the kids, your son is climbing into his bed. He has the library book he’s supposed to be reading during the break. “Read only a chapter or two and get some sleep. You can read more on your way to Grandma and Grandpa’s.”

“Ok, Dad.” He says as he focuses on the book.

Your daughter is wearing her pretty night gown and has a book that she wants to read to you. Recently, she has worked hard to show that ‘she’s a big girl and can read too’. You walk in and sit on the floor, leaning against the bed. “So Baby, what’s tonight’s book?”

She holds it up for you to see. “The one with the bunny that ran away. Are you ready, Daddy?”

You nod and sit as she starts, “Once there was a little bunny who wanted to run away…”

As she reads, she yawns from time to time, but soon she gets to “‘Have a carrot,’ said the mother bunny. The End.”

“You did a good job reading that one, Princess.” You kiss her forehead. “Now get some sleep. Remember tomorrow, your mother is taking you to see Grandma and Grandpa.”

“I know, Daddy. I’ll be good for them.” She says as she hugs you.

You softly close the door behind you, then make sure your son turns off his light.

Softly walking back down to the living room, you see your wife still reading but occasionally watching TV too.

“Is everything all right?” she asks quietly.

You nod. “Yep, the kids are in bed and ‘Runaway Bunny’ is back home.”

She gives you a quizzical look. “That’s what our daughter read to me tonight.”

She nods and then looks at the TV as one of the commercials comes on, where a ‘housewife’ in ordinary clothing is helping a ‘lost guy’ find what he needs.

“So, what’s this about me being sexier than her?” she asks.

You sit on the couch and pat the cushion for her to join you. She moves and snuggles up next to you.

Putting your arm around her, you explain your fantasy. That she, your sexy wife, was the helpful woman in the commercial. Wearing just a plain sweater, top, and slacks. Helping you find an outfit for a ‘special occasion’ or the ‘right recliner’. And how afterward, you would reward her with sex. You lean in closer and whisper, “And maybe you’ve helped other men, too, who want to reward you? A good chance to use multiple toys.”

She grins. “Mmmmm, that multiple partners fantasy that I’d never have the guts to do in real life?”

You nod. “And with the kids at the grandparents for the next couple of days, we can have a few nights to ourselves.”

The cop show you both like is on, and you watch it together, holding her. During another commercial break, you see the one where a ‘housewife’ helps a guy find an outfit for golfing, then at the end, three men ask, ‘Can you help me too?’ Both of you chuckle at that one. “Oh, is that where you got the idea of her being thanked by more than one guy at a time?”

You sheepishly smile. “Maybe.”

She kisses and hugs you. “I see the attraction to this ‘role play’ fantasy. Maybe after I drop off the kids, I’ll have things set up?” Her tone is relaxed and playful.

“Really?” you reply. “Maybe we should move to the bedroom now?”

“Shhhh, the show’s back on. I want to see if they catch the bad guy.”

You smile, nod, and kiss the top of her head. “Ok.”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2)

Oral Sex with a Married Man

 

Tonight, you are at the bar. You are meeting up with the man you have had sex with a few times previously. You are wearing a sexy black lace & satin bra and panty set, with matching garter belt and stockings. These he bought for you last time. Your dress is white cotton. Perfect for the warm weather tonight. And easy access for him.

You light up your cigarette, and enjoy the smoke, as you see him walk in.

He’s still wearing his business coat & tie. “He must have come here straight from work.” You think. Holding the cigarette to your lips, you slowly suck in the smoke. Your lipstick marks are on the tip. It reminds him of your lipstick on his cock when you suck him. You tap the ash into the ashtray. 

“Should I order a drink, and dance with you to the music? Or just go to a hotel room?” He asks, removing his sport coat. Under his white shirt you can tell he’s not wearing an undershirt. You can almost see his hairy chest through the light cotton fabric.

Taking his hand, you lead him to the dance floor. The music is fast. You move against his body. As you grind against him, you feel the texture of your lingerie against your skin as you dance. Also as you rub against him, you feel him get hard. Pulling you closer, he kisses you passionately.

The next song is slower. He holds you close, his hands on your lower back as you put your arms around his neck. You kiss him, and press your chest against his. You feel the pressure and texture of the fabric rubbing against your nipples.

His hand grabs your ass firmly, like he doesn’t want this to end. “You are wearing your sexy gift I bought you. I’m glad.” He says in a deep sexy tone.

The song ends and you go back to the bar for your drinks. Sitting on the stool, you raise your dress to show him the tops of your stockings. You feel sexy and naughty.

“Those look so good on you. I knew they would.” He says into your ear. “You look so sexy, I want to fuck you here.” You feel his hand up your dress. You are thankful that everyone is watching either the band or the dance floor. You feel his fingers rub your panties. “Oh, yes, you are getting wet. You like the idea of me fucking you, in front of everyone?”

“But I like this club, and don’t want to get kicked out. Shall we go? Or dance again?” You playfully protest.

He pays for your drinks and you leave. The hotel is nearby so you walk. The evening air feels good. At the hotel, he uses the key to the special corporate suite, used by his company for special clients.

In the elevator, you stand in front of him. He raises the back of your dress, and you feel his cock still inside his pants, press against your exposed ass. “You love when I take you from behind. If there weren’t security cameras. I would fuck you here.” He whispers in your ear.

The doors open to his floor. You go to the room and he unlocks the door. Once the door closes, you kiss his mouth hard.

“Yes, I want you to fuck me, but I want to suck your cock, then I want you to lick my pussy until I cum.” You say.

There is a couch in the suite and the king sized bed. You’ve had sex on both previously. “Where do you want to do it?” He asks as he removes his tie and unbuttons his shirt. Removing his shirt, you have him sit on the sofa. Slowly you remove your dress, doing a striptease to tease him.

You wiggle your hips as you unbutton each button of your dress.

He unzips his pants and pulls out his hard cock.

You slowly slide one side down your shoulder…

And then the other.

As you slowly slide the dress down your body, he licks his fingers and slowly strokes his hardening shaft.

As the dress hits the floor, he’s fully hard.

You sexily walk over. Grab grab his prick… “Do you want a hand with this?” You ask in a seductive voice. He nods and you get on your knees. Licking the tip, you slowly stroke the shaft. You look into his eyes as you suck it. “Whose cock is this?” You ask playfully but firmly as you squeeze it.

“It’s your cock. My wife hates it. She won’t suck it, and only wants missionary sex once a month.” He replies as you continue licking it.

“And what about my pussy?” You ask. 

“Your pussy is the tastiest and most beautiful there is. My wife won’t let me lick her. She says oral sex is sinful.” You suck his cock deeply, “Oh God, that feels so good.”

You stand up and he kisses your pussy through the fabric of your panties. You feel his mouth press against your damp lips. He licks up and down. His tongue pressing the satin fabric against your damp cunt. It feels so good.

He slowly slides your panties off and you feel them slide down your legs. Grabbing his head, you press his face against your pussy. “Lick me until I cum.” You command.

You then lie on the couch with your legs spread. You feel his head rub against the tops of your stockings and his warm breath on your pussy. Slowly he licks up and down your exposed cunt. 

Up… around…down… and across.

Then he licks between your lips. You enjoy the feeling of his smooth wet tongue on and in you. Grabbing his head again, you hump his mouth in pleasure. He licks deeper and harder. Grabbing your hips as you feel his tongue thrust deeply.

He rubs your clit with his tongue still deep inside of you. Rubbing faster and harder until you cum. His mouth is filled with your juices.

He then moves up to your mouth and kisses you passionately. You taste your pussy on him. “I love just doing oral with you, so much more than straight sex my wife.” He says and hugs you tightly.

“That was just the warm up. Show me how much more you love me.” you tell him in a wicked tone, before moving off the couch to the bedroom. 

Moving My Stories

 Dear Reader, 

I have been writing two types of stories for a while now. Having them in the same location doesn't work for me. If you are a fan of my 'smutty', erotic stories, they will stay here. I started them here and they will stay here. 

For the fans of my Fantasy stories, Goblin Tales, the stories that will make up my book series "The Children of Durn and the Children of Bruna", I am relocating them.  

Here is the link to the new location:  https://goblin-tales.blogspot.com/

I am moving all of my fantasy and children's stories there. If you are enjoying them, please read and enjoy what I publish. 

If you enjoy the sex and the smut, stay here. I won't be adding to them but there are over two hundred posts for you to enjoy. Leave me comments it you want me to continue any of the storylines you find here. 

AAA Detective stories came from reader's comments, so I do pay attention to requests. 

I hope you enjoy what you find on both sites. 

Building Worlds

 

I’ve spent the past couple of days editing and working on a polished version of my novella “The Collapsing Tunnel”. I also know that I have subscribers who enjoy my smutty and erotic stories. So I am torn in ways I hadn’t anticipated.

I want to write a smutty pick-up story, but when I do the descriptions leave the modern world and switch to either the fantasy or sci-fi worlds I’ve been working on. The simple answer is “write another sci-fi sex story” or “write some descriptive dwarf on goblin porn”. As many of my readers know, I try to write a variety of styles and genres. But when I also want to write stories that the readers want too. My “Random Encounter” stories always have higher reader rates than my “Couple’s Tales” and are always double or triple the readership of my genre stories.

I could just stop creating erotica. But I feel like that’s ignoring the couple hundred of readers out there who enjoy my work. Realistically am I changing the world with my smutty little stories? No. Writing consensual stories about loving couples or adults who ‘hook up’ are just a tiny segment of the wider erotica and smut community.

In point in time where AI programs are generating smut faster, cheaper, and as detailed as what I create, do I need to still be here? Probably not. But I enjoy it. I enjoy the community. I enjoy the engagement of readers and other writers. This has never been about money. Yes, I’d love to earn a bit for the stories I’ve written. I have over 150 posts on the various platforms and have earned enough for a 12 pack of soda.

But I don’t want to disappoint the readers either. I don’t want to produce slop just to make a schedule. I’ve worked too hard the past couple of years to make interesting and unique stories in a landscape filled “cuckold tales”, “stepping out stories” and “true confessions”, to just quit.

Yes, changes in my personal life have changed a few things and the schedule I had, which was dictated by being a care-giver has been modified. So I’m faced with the broader question that I really want to hear answers from you - my readers, What do you want me to write?

I look forward to your comments (I might have to find the Mishikwe word for “throbbing cock” or the Durask word for “wet cunt”. Mmmm Goblin grunts and dwarf moans and vice versa).