After-Hours Cleanup

The moment I saw her bent over the desk in that tight gray uniform, my cock twitched hard. Elena was the night cleaning lady who always worked the top floor after everyone left, and tonight I’d stayed late in the empty office pretending to edit shots. Her juicy ass swayed under the short skirt while she wiped the glass, the scent of lemon cleaner mixing with something warmer, feminine. Tension crackled between us every time our eyes met.

“Working late again, Mr. Photographer?” she asked, straightening up with a little smirk. Her name tag sat right above the swell of her tits, and a stray lock of dark hair stuck to her damp neck.

“Yeah, Elena. Big campaign shoot tomorrow. Needed the quiet.” I set my camera down, pulse kicking up as she stepped closer, rag still in hand. “You always look this good pushing a vacuum?”

She laughed low, wiping a smudge off the edge of my desk. “Flirting with the cleaning lady? Bold. Most guys pretend I’m invisible.”

“Not me.” I stood, closing the distance until I could smell her skin under the cleaner scent. “Been watching you for weeks. That ass in that uniform… fucks with my head every night.”

Her breath hitched. She glanced at the dark windows, then back at me, eyes gleaming. “Then stop watching.” Her voice dropped. “Do something about it.”

I didn’t wait. My hands grabbed her hips and pulled her against me, mouth crashing into hers. She moaned into the kiss, tongue sliding hot and eager. I spun her around, bending her over the wide oak desk, yanking that gray skirt up to her waist. No panties underneath, just smooth shaved pussy already glistening.

“Fuck, Elena, you’re soaked.” I dropped to my knees, spreading her cheeks and burying my face between them. My tongue dragged from her clit to her tight little anus, licking in slow, filthy circles. She gasped, pushing back against my mouth.

“Oh god… yes, lick my pussy like that.” Her fingers gripped the desk edge, knuckles white. “Deeper, please… I’ve thought about your tongue every time I clean this desk.”

I sucked her swollen clit hard, two fingers sliding into her dripping cunt, curling to hit that spot that made her thighs shake. The wet sounds of my mouth filled the quiet office, mixing with her ragged moans. She came fast, pussy clenching around my fingers, a hot gush coating my chin.

“Shit, I’m coming… don’t stop!” Her voice cracked.

I stood, cock aching as I freed it from my pants. Thick and veined, the head already leaking. I rubbed it along her slit, teasing her entrance. “Beg for it, cleaning girl. Tell me how bad you want this dick.”

“Please fuck me,” she panted, looking back over her shoulder, eyes hazy. “I need your big cock stretching my pussy right now. Fill me up.”

I thrust in hard, burying every inch in one stroke. Her walls gripped me like wet velvet, hot and pulsing. I started pounding her over the desk, hips slapping against her firm ass, the sound echoing. Each thrust made her tits bounce inside the uniform top.

“Harder… fuck me harder!” she cried, pushing back to meet me. I reached around, rubbing her clit in tight circles while I railed her. The lemon cleaner bottle tipped over, rolling across the floor.

I pulled out suddenly, spinning her to face me and lifting her onto the desk. Papers scattered. She spread her legs wide, uniform skirt bunched at her waist, pussy lips puffy and shiny. I drove back in, this time slower, deeper, watching her face twist in pleasure.

“Look at me while I fuck you,” I growled. She locked eyes, biting her lip as I ground against her clit with every stroke. Her hands clutched my shoulders, nails digging in.

“I’m gonna come again… your cock feels so good inside me.” Her voice trembled. I felt her pussy flutter, then clamp down hard as she shattered, juices squirting a little against my balls.

The sight pushed me over. I pulled out, stroking my slick cock fast. “Open your mouth, Elena.”

She slid off the desk to her knees instantly, tongue out, uniform rumpled and thighs wet. I groaned as the first thick rope of cum landed across her lips and tongue. She took the head between her lips, sucking greedily while I pumped the rest down her throat. She swallowed every drop, then licked me clean with a satisfied hum.

We stayed like that a moment, breathing hard, the empty office smelling of sex and lemon polish. She stood, smoothing her skirt with a wicked little smile.

“Same time tomorrow, photographer? The conference room needs cleaning too.”

I grinned, already imagining her bent over that long table. “Wouldn’t miss it.”