Disclaimer: This story started as a fantasy and quickly evolved into a writing experiment. I wanted to try writing a short stroke story between the first person (homeowner) and a gender nondescript second person (the housekeeper.)

The Housekeeper

You have been my housekeeper for the better part of half a year now. Long enough to know I have a string of lovers. At the end of your day you occasionally borrow the guest bathroom to freshen up. After one such day you come to let me know you are finished before leaving.

Today, however, instead of wishing you a good day and sending you off, I ask if you would like to have sex. Taken aback you fumble for words, and hesitantly agree.

As I sense your hesitance, I make it clear this will have no bearing on your job, you are a wonderful housekeeper, and I would understand if you were not interested. More confidently, you agree, as you’ve had a long dry spell.

As you bathe my member with your tongue, I watch as your nipples grow hard and the proof of your arousal makes itself apparent between your legs. With this discovery I realize you’re going to be more fun than I initially thought.

I tell you to stand up, as I sit, and insist you to ride me. Placing a foot on either side of my legs you step up onto the couch. As you lower yourself slowly, taking my cock inch after inch, gasping and moaning as my manhood passes into you, sliding along that spot that feels oh so nice.

After minutes of riding and grinding, you have your first orgasm, spraying your arousal on my stomach and chest. However, your job isn’t done. I roll you onto your back and seek my own pleasure. My pace steadily increases, and I get rougher, pinching your nipples and biting your ear. Slowly, my hand finds your neck and I gently squeeze as you fall into another orgasm. While I continue to thrust into you, you moan repeatedly into my ear, “yes, please, yes.”

While you lay there spent, your hole squeezing and releasing me, I finally reach my own release. You lay there panting, as I finish emptying myself into you.

I pull out and lay next to you. As you calm and catch your breath, I look at you and say simply, “clean it up.” You slowly, but obediently move to clean the couch, but notice that you didn’t leak anything, then realize what I meant.

You obediently begin to clean my softening shaft with your mouth, tasting the both of us on me. As you enjoy the last dregs from me you notice the proof of your pleasure on my stomach and begin to lick up the proof of your orgasm. When you finish cleaning it, you notice my now recovered erection, and think to yourself, “An hour is not enough.”