Sex stories

My third day as a slutty house cleaner turned out to be my last—the regular employee was coming back.

That morning, I had one final job with my buddy: deep-cleaning a local kebab shop. The owner had gotten flagged by the health inspectors. Everything had to be spotless by the end of the day.

We showed up at 8AM. The boss was there with his employee—a younger, slimmer guy in his twenties. The boss? A built Arab stud in his forties with a serious presence.

We got to work: dishes, floors, fryer, counters. We gave them some cleaning tips as we went. Everything was going smoothly.

Around 1PM, we took a lunch break. While chatting, I told my buddy about that pool hookup I had. He laughed and called me a slut.
I grinned:
"I own that dick."

Just then, the boss and his employee came back. I doubt they heard our convo.

We kept cleaning. It was getting hotter and hotter in the kitchen. My buddy gave me a knowing look and pulled off his shirt.
"You’re right," I said, stripping off mine too. "Way more comfortable like this."

The boss and his guy kept working, but their eyes were clearly checking us out.

By 6PM, we were nearly done. I just had the baseboards left. On all fours, sweat dripping, my shorts kept sliding down. I let them. My ass was practically on full display.

I could feel the younger guy watching me. He was scrubbing the fryer, but clearly distracted by my ass.

I looked back and teased:
"You like what you see?"

He blushed and quickly looked away, but the bulge in his pants said everything.

The boss told him to head home—we’d finish up. The xxx left.

"Finally done," I said, stretching.

"Not quite," the boss replied. "There’s one more thing to polish."

I turned around and saw him and my buddy standing there—shorts around their ankles, cocks in hand.

I grinned and dropped to my knees.

Started sucking their dicks like the slut I am.

"Damn, your twink's a real cock-hungry bitch," the boss said.

"She loves sucking cock. Extras are her specialty," my buddy added.

Suddenly, the employee came back into the kitchen:
"I forgot my—"

He froze. His eyes locked on the scene: me, naked, sucking his boss’s dick.

His cock bulged immediately.

He turned to leave, but the boss called out:
"You can stay, if you want. Consider it a bonus."

He didn’t hesitate long.

He came up behind me, touched my ass, traced my hole with his fingers. I arched my back, inviting him in.

He dropped to his knees and ate me out. I moaned loud.

"Told you," the boss said. "She’s a filthy bitch who loves dick. Her hole's heaven."

The boss nudged him aside, lined up behind me, and pushed his thick Arab cock against my hole. He spit on it, eased it in deep.

I kept sucking my buddy’s cock while grabbing the young guy’s and taking him in my mouth too. Triple service—just how I like it.

The boss fucked me hard, opened me up, and gave it to me rough.

After ten minutes, he switched out with my buddy, who didn’t hold back either.
"Your hole’s so good, I’m gonna cum already!"

And he did—deep in my ass.

Then he nodded to the employee. The guy hesitated.

I looked him straight in the eyes:
"Come on. You want it. And I’m here for it."

He stepped up and started fucking me fast. That young energy. He didn’t last long, but his nut was deep.

The boss came back to finish the job—filling me one last time.

We got dressed. He handed me his card:
"Come by anytime. Your kebabs are free."

"As long as my hole’s the payment, right?"

"Judging by the way you moaned, I don’t think that’s a problem."

I left with my buddy.
"I’ll drive you home. Your man’s waiting. And with the video I sent him… he’s gonna fuck you."

Minutes later, my phone :
"Get your slut ass home. And bring your buddy—I wanna show you both how I fuck a bitch like you."

I texted back:
"Hell yeah. I moaned like crazy. And I earned my free kebabs—extra white sauce."