I love it when I get a nice surprise in my inbox, and this post from Mrs Vanda Jones was no exception. In fact, I almost wanted to keep it for myself, but that wouldn’t be fair.
Read on, I know you will enjoy it…
Chloë
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The doorbell rang and I opened to the door to find the new cleaner the agency had sent. We’d had three crappy cleaners on the trot, so this whole thing was very much just an additional job I couldn’t be bothered with. The first had stolen something, the sceond hadn’t bothered turning up half the time, and the last one just wasn’t a particularly good cleaner.
“Mrs Jones? I’m Michelle,” she said, hand outstretched.
I took her hand and shook it, saying it was lovely to meet her and asking her inside.
There was instantly something about her. Her eyes were friendly, her smile warm. She was about my height, curvy in all the right places with long blonde hair. Bigger tits than me — shame — and as she walked into the hall I noticed her bum looked extremely good in tight blue jeans.
I showed her around, and as I did so kept daydreaming about how long it had been since DH and I had enjoyed having another little slut to play with. In the bedroom, when I usually carefully tell the cleaners the wardrobes are off limits, in case they open one of the doors to find our play cupboard, I didn’t with Michelle.
***
She did a competent job, and the next week before she arrived I scooted around the house doing last minute bits of tidying up. I’d been thinking about her during the week, and I had a filthy plan. My plan excited me — I felt like I was waiting for a date rather than a cleaner.
The doorbell went and I let her in. I made her a cup of coffee and left it in the kitchen whilst I took mine upstairs. I went into the bedroom, eyeing up the wardrobe. I was dressed in a skirt and top, but no knickers. If this went my way I wouldn’t need them. Setting the coffee on the bedside table, I picked up my iPad and started to read some horny stories. But I wasn’t entirely concentrating.
In due course she came upstairs and into the bedroom. I smiled at her as she came into the room and began to work.
The wardrobes in our bedroom are three large sliding panels — one for him, one for me, and one for our toys. They stand opposite the bed and are entire floor-to-ceiling length mirrors, because of course they would be.
“Where’s the spare bed linen kept?” she asked.
“In the wardrobe,” I said, not looking up.
I had a one in three chance, and lucky for me she opened the play cupboard. She was taken aback for a moment, emitting a little gasping noise and a quick “sorry”.
Without saying a word, I got up from the bed and went over to the wardrobe. I slid the door back fully so she could see everything arrayed and organised. I chose my wand — very much a deliberate choice as I knew exactly what I wanted — and went back to the bed. Sitting on the edge I plugged it in, before reclining and hitching up my skirt.
Powered up, the wand felt amazing on my pussy. I was soaking wet from my naughty plan looking like it was working and the erotica. I moaned and whimpered, trying to look to see if she was watching. She was.
Michelle was sitting at the end of the bed, the best seat in the house for watching me make myself come. Before long she tentatively reached out and started stroking my lower leg, before becoming braver and feeling the smooth silky skin of my inner thigh.
***
We made love for the rest of her housekeeping session. She had to go to another client. But oh my god, it felt amazing to be with another woman again. The feeling of a hard clit on the end of my tongue, that gorgeous hot wetness of a cunt gripping tight against my fingers as her body rattled another orgasm.
She confessed to me I’d made her come like no one had in years. Her current boyfriend wouldn’t even go down on her, and it was all she could do to get a quick grumbly fuck out of him once or twice a month.
I felt bad keeping it from Mr Jones, but I had a plan. Yes, I was having my fun, but eventually he’d get his too. I was going to turn Michelle into the perfect little slut for us.
***
The weeks passed quickly. Each week she would turn up and clean, and then as a reward we’d spend an hour or two playing. She was uninitiated in the kinky goodness I enjoy, so each week we tried out ideas that were new to her. Before long, she was a perfect little slut, keen, eager, full versed in how to use every vibrator, dildo, restraint, whip, flogger, clamp — everything we had. In all honesty, for someone new to this, she was pretty talented. I found myself thinking about the pleasure she’d given me in our weekly sessions throughout the entire week. Poor Mr Jones!
“You need to come home at lunchtime today,” I said to Mr Jones, as he was leaving for work. “I have a surprise for you.”
“Oh yes?” he asked, but I knew he’d do what he was told and he knew not to ask any more. He knew my surprises were nearly always good.
Michelle and I were upstairs. We’d spent a while getting ready. I was dressed in a masquerade mask and long satin gloves — a signal to Mr Jones that I was in charge — along with a play dress that was one of his favourites. Michelle had been out and bought a red basque and heels. We’d both agreed not to come before Mr Jones got there, so we’d done some edge play for a bit. I particularly wanted her juice on my lips before I kissed Mr Jones “hello” so I’d enjoyed a long, slightly desperate 69 with her.
I heard the key in the lock and went downstairs.
“Oh, is this my surprise, mistress?” he asked as he saw me, a grin like a cat that had already had some cream and was about to get more.
I kissed him, long and warm, making sure that he could taste what was on my lips.
“No darling, that’s waiting upstairs,” I said, as I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom…
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