Sex stories

Last week, a friend I hadn’t heard from in months hit me up. He’s a solid fuck—hot body, big cock—we’ve had some great threesomes with my boyfriend. So I figured he was calling for more of that.

Turns out, he needed a favor. Not sex—work. He’d just started a small home and office cleaning business, and his only employee was out sick. He was in trouble and didn’t want to lose clients. He knows I’m a neat freak, so he thought of me.

I told him I’d think about it. Talked it over with my man—he was all for it.

Later that night, I called my friend back and said I was in.

He told me to swing by, pick up the van, cleaning gear, and my schedule for the next day.

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🧼 Client 1 – The guy in the bathrobe

First stop in the morning: a private home. Everything goes fine.

At 3PM, I get to my second client. Guy in his 50s opens the door—wearing just a bathrobe.

I introduce myself as the fill-in cleaner. He looks disappointed. Ice cold vibe.

I get to work—dishes, laundry, basic stuff. Then I hear him talking on the phone in the next room:
“Man, I’m pissed. My usual cleaner’s out. This new guy showed up… not the same. The other one worked in his underwear. I could touch him, grind on him… you know.”

I smirk. “Alright, old man. You want a show? Let’s go.”

I strip completely. Walk back into the living room, naked, and start dusting. He stares—jaw dropped.

I keep working like nothing’s happening. He’s hard as a rock. I get on all fours to clean under the couch, legs spread, ass arched.

He walks past me again, gently touches my ass. I don’t stop him.

He leans in. Tongue on my hole. I moan.

I climb onto the couch, still on all fours. He lines up behind me, lays his cock on my hole. I spit in my hand, rub it on my hole and his cock, grab it, and shove it in.

He fucks me like a wild raw. Slams it in deep and cums hard inside me.

I suck his cock clean, get dressed, and finish the job like nothing happened.

Later, my friend texts:
“Client loved you. Said you did an amazing job.”

I laughed out loud.

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🏢 Client 2 – The rebeu security guard

That night, I had a shift cleaning an office building.

I check in with the security guy—a hot rebeu in his thirties. Athletic, smooth, cocky smile.

I catch him watching me a few times as I work.

It’s hot in there. I take off my shirt.

After an hour, I finish up, put my shirt back on, and go to let him know I’m done. He stops me:
“Wait. Protocol. Too many thefts by cleaning staff—we have to search everyone before they leave.”

“No problem,” I say.

He tells me to raise my arms and spread my legs. He pats me down—arms, legs, ass.

“Lift your shirt. Empty your pockets.”

I go all in—pull off my shirt, then drop my shorts too. I’m standing there, completely naked.

“Here. Check my pockets yourself.”

He stares.
“You didn’t have to strip like that…”
“Well, maybe you wanted to check my hole too.”

We both laugh, but I see his bulge growing in his pants. Thick and ready.

“What are you staring at?”

I smile, rub his bulge through his pants.
“You better just suck it,” he growls.

I drop to my knees, pull out his cock, and go to work—deep, sloppy, hungry.

“Damn, you suck like a real slut.”

I’m on all fours in the security office, blowing him like my life depends on it. He spits on my hole, fingers me—one, then two.

I moan. Let go of his cock, turn around, and present my ass. He doesn’t wait.

His thick rebeu cock slides in deep, raw.

He fucks me hard, like a dog. Bends me over the desk, throws my legs on his shoulders, and pounds.

“You love that dick, huh? You love getting fucked by a rebeu cock, little bitch?”

“Yes! Fuck me harder!”

He grunts, slams in deep, and dumps his load in my hole.

Panting, I look back at him:
“See? I didn’t love anything.”

“Dickshit—you stole my cum, you filthy slut.”

We both overflow out laughing.
He looks at me:
“You coming back?”

“Maybe. But next time, I’m definitely coming back for your load.”