Dusting Turns Dirty

The sharp tang of lemon polish hit me the second I stepped into the lake house, but it was nothing compared to the heat that flared low in my belly when Elena turned from the tall windows. Sunlight off the water danced across her severe black blouse and pencil skirt, hugging every curve of her strict, forty-year-old body. She was my new boss, and the way her dark eyes narrowed on me already promised trouble I suddenly wanted.

"Mr. Hayes. You're late."

Her voice was clipped, professional, but the slight tilt of her chin made my cock twitch.

"Sorry, Ms. Voss. Traffic from the city was—"

"Save it." She cut me off, stepping closer. The scent of her—something expensive and sharp—mixed with the polish. "You're the new cleaner. I expect perfection. This place must be spotless before my clients arrive tomorrow. Start with the living room. Now."

I grabbed the supply cart, pulse hammering. She watched me like a hawk, arms crossed under full breasts that strained the silk. Every time I bent to wipe baseboards, I felt her gaze on my ass. The tension thickened until the air felt electric.

Ten minutes in, she snapped, "You're missing spots. Higher. Use the step stool."

I climbed it. She moved directly behind me, close enough that her breath brushed the back of my thigh. My dick hardened instantly, pressing against my work pants.

"Like this?" I asked, stretching to dust the top shelf.

"Exactly like that." Her hand suddenly slid up my inner thigh, bold and unapologetic. "But I think you can do better, Ryan."

I nearly dropped the rag. "Ms. Voss—"

"Elena," she corrected, fingers brushing the bulge of my cock through the fabric. "And don't pretend you haven't been staring at my tits since you walked in. I saw it in your eyes. That hungry look."

Her touch grew firmer, stroking me through my pants until I groaned. "Fuck, that feels good."

She laughed, low and throaty. "Language, employee. But since you're new, I'll train you properly." With one swift motion she unzipped me, freeing my thick cock. It sprang out heavy and veined, already leaking at the tip. Elena wrapped her manicured hand around the shaft and pumped slowly, twisting at the head. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the sunlit room.

I gripped the shelf, hips jerking. "Elena... your hand is so fucking soft."

"Watch your mouth or I'll stop." But her eyes sparkled with mischief as she dropped to her knees right there on the polished hardwood. No oral buildup—she simply hiked her tight skirt to her waist, revealing sheer black panties already soaked at the crotch. She shoved them aside, exposing a smooth, glistening pussy.

"Get down here," she ordered.

I jumped off the stool. She turned, bracing her hands on the leather couch, juicy ass presented like a gift. I didn't hesitate. Gripping her hips, I rubbed my cockhead up and down her slit, coating myself in her slick heat.

"Stop teasing and fuck me, Ryan. Hard. That's your real job today."

I thrust in deep on the first stroke. Her tight pussy clamped around me like wet velvet, walls fluttering as I bottomed out. She moaned sharply, pushing back.

"Oh yes... bigger than I expected. Fill me up."

I set a rough rhythm, pounding into her from behind while the lake waves lapped outside. Each slap of skin echoed. I reached around, finding her swollen clit and rubbing tight circles. Her breath hitched, turning into broken gasps.

"Right there—don't you dare slow down!"

I didn't. I fucked her faster, the wet squelch of her pussy loud and obscene. Sweat beaded on her neck. I leaned over, biting the curve of her shoulder, then spun her suddenly. Lifting one of her legs high, I drove back inside in a standing position, her back against the cool glass window overlooking the water.

Her tits bounced with every deep thrust. I yanked her blouse open; buttons pinged across the floor. No bra. Her dark nipples were tight peaks. I sucked one hard into my mouth while grinding my pelvis against her clit.

"God, you're going to make me come already," she panted, nails digging into my shoulders. "Faster... fuck me like you own this house."

I gave it to her, hips snapping, cock plunging in and out of her dripping cunt. Her walls started pulsing. She came with a sharp cry, pussy gushing around me, juices running down my balls. The sight and feel pushed me over. I buried myself to the hilt and unloaded, thick ropes of cum flooding her spasming pussy until it overflowed and dripped onto the floor we'd just cleaned.

We stayed locked together, breathing hard. Finally she smiled, wicked and satisfied.

"Not bad for your first day. But the floor's dirty again. You'll have to clean it... with your tongue later."

Morning light filtered through the big windows as I poured coffee in the kitchen. Elena appeared in a silky robe, hair tousled, a faint love bite visible on her collarbone. She took the mug from me, fingers brushing mine deliberately.

"Think you can handle the upstairs dusting today?" she asked, eyes gleaming over the rim.

I grinned. "Only if you supervise closely, boss."

She sipped, then leaned in, voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Count on it. And Ryan? Leave the windows streaky on purpose. I have ideas for those too."

We shared a look full of promise, the lake sparkling behind us like it knew every filthy secret.