Spit & Polish

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*This is a work of fiction.*

His wife worked a lot. She often stayed out of town for days, sometimes weeks on end. Even when she was around, she wasn't much of a cleaner, which I could respect. And he didn't have the first clue himself, even though he worked from home. And that's where I came in.
I worked for a cleaning company, cleaning homes for various people. His wife had looked through the list of potential workers and picked me instantly. I knew exactly why; all the other employees were women, all reasonably attractive. She saw me, a fat transman, and immediately thought I wouldn't be a threat. Oh, how wrong she was.

I'd caught him, Mr Richards, watching me from time to time. And I don't mean watching me to make sure I did a good job. Oh no. It was always when I'd been bent over, or kneeling. I had a feeling he wanted some action from another man. He probably wanted desperately to fuck someone else - you know the type. His wife probably didn't put out much. I don't know what their sex situation was like, but I greatly enjoyed watching him blush whenever I spoke to him directly after he'd been staring at my fat ass.

On this particular morning, I'd spoken to his wife before she'd left. She was expected to be gone for a few days, and wanted a thorough cleaning as she was throwing a party when she returned home. I nodded, ensuring her that not a single thing would miss my magic touch. She smiled and thanked me, gave her husband a quick, loveless peck on the cheek, and was gone. I offered Mr Richards a smile and got on with my work.

I had a plan for this particular day, however. I'd show him that he didn't have to be so sexually frustrated all the time. I was willing to help with whatever services he required. I'd arrived in my usual work attire; smart trousers, simple polo shirt. But I'd brought an outfit change with me in my bag. A special little outfit I had acquired for such an occasion. A skimpy maid outfit that hugged my frame, and barely covered my ass. Underneath, a crotchless thong. I changed in the downstairs guest bathroom (that I'd just showered in), lubing up my butt plug and sliding that in for good measure. I wanted to be good and ready for whatever he wanted.

He was in his office, and it was my next stop. I walked in with my little feather duster, bouncing on my naked feet, and began 'dusting' the room. He didn't notice me at first, too focused on his work no doubt, but when I got closer to his desk, I heard him gasp. I looked round at him.
"What's wrong, Mr Richards?"
He stared at me, looking me up and down.
"Is there something wrong with my clothes?" I asked innocently, turning myself around so he could see everything I had on offer.
"I-...ah, you...um...oh my..." His cheeks were turning red and he kept trying to look away, but his gaze always returned to me.
"Shall I continue?"
He swallowed hard, then simply nodded. I picked up where I'd left off, flicking my duster over the shelves next to his desk. I then stepped up on the stool to clean the shelves above his desk, making sure to step one foot up so he could see more of me.
"Wh-...what do...what do you think you're doing?"
I looked down at him and smiled. "I'm cleaning, sir. That's why I'm here."
"Why are you wearing...that?" He looked me over again, biting his bottom lip. "My wife..."
"She's gone for now, isn't she?"
"...yes..."
"I wanted to do something for you." I gracefully stepped off the stool, moving myself so I was straddling him at his desk.
"Oh my god..." He gasped, hands dropping to his sides.
"I've seen the way you've been looking at me. I've seen the way your wife treats you."
I wrapped my arms loosely around his neck.
"I think you need some release, sir. Someone to take good care of you."
His hands came up to rest on my waist.
"Would you like that?" I whispered, my lips inches away from his own.
He nodded, then closed the gap between us. We kissed, tentatively at first, leaving light yet lingering kisses. It soon developed into deeper, more passionate kisses, our tongues meeting each other briefly before moving apart again. When I rolled my hips down into his, our kisses became more ferocious, more demanding, a clash of teeth and tongue. Soon enough we were both breathless, hands exploring one another.
He'd loosened the ribbons on the front of my outfit, but hadn't gone any further than that. I broke the kiss, then climbed off of him, taking his hand.
"Come with me." I muttered, leading him out of his office and down the hall into the kitchen. "I've always wanted to do this in here." I continued, before pushing him back against the kitchen island. I then sank down to my knees, unfastening his trousers as I did so. He was already hard, thanks to my grinding, and he gripped the edge of the island as I freed his cock. I gave it a few firm strokes before I flicked my tongue over the tip, teasing his hole. He moaned, and I knew this was probably the first time in a long time that someone had given such attention to him. Impatient, I took his whole cock in my mouth, swallowing down as much as I could. He gasped and moaned again louder, arching forwards slightly. I rocked my head back and forth slightly, building up some drool before pulling back and gasping, thick strands of spit trailing between his cock and my lips. Some dripped to the floor, some broke. I stroked his cock again before taking it back in my mouth, down my throat. I took his hands and placed them on the back of my head, then rocked my throat again. He seemed to get the hint pretty quickly and started fucking my throat. Gently at first, getting a gauge for my responses, but he soon worked up to a rhythm, pushing in as deep as he could before pulling back. He'd give me a few seconds to get my breath before he'd continue fucking again, spit and drool running freely over his cock, dripping onto my exposed chest. Drool ran in thick drops off of my hard nipples. My eyes rolled back in my head as I came, him still fucking into my throat. I was sure he was about to explode in my mouth, but he pulled back, his cock standing thick and wet, dripping drool and precum.
"Oh fuck, oh shit...that was close..."
Gasping, I laughed. He ran a thumb over my chin, gathering some drool before pushing his thumb into my mouth. I suckled on it hungrily, moaning.
"Fuck you're so filthy..."
"Mmm, yes, sir. I'm a dirty boy."
"Fuck, yes, a dirty, slutty little boy."
"Mmm, yes...mmm..."
I imagined the sex he'd had previously with his wife had been very vanilla, and not at all like what we were doing.
"I want you to fuck my slutty holes, sir. Fill me with your cum."
"H-here?!"
"Yes."
I got to my feet, pulling my chest free as much as I could, then climbed up onto the kitchen island on all fours. I spread my ass for him so he could see everything; my butt plug, my aching, soaking cunt. He wasted no time at all in burying his face in my cunt, lapping up my cum, plunging his tongue in and out of me. He toyed with my hole and teased my tdick, bringing me to the edge of an orgasm before stopping, biting over the globes of my ass. Soon I was panting again, whining, cunt dripping onto the counter below in a mixture of my own juices and his spit. I was a desperate, creamy mess, just how he wanted me to be.
He pulled me closer to the edge of the island and plunged his cock inside me with one easy thrust. I was so wet that he slid in to the hilt in one action. I cried out, cumming from the feeling of his cock alone. He was the absolute perfect size, filling me entirely. He grinded against me till my orgasm passed before he pulled out, thrusting in again deep. He did this a few more times before he started fucking me properly, sliding into my wet cunt over and over. Soon enough, I was cumming again, gripping his cock tightly.
"Fuck! Fuck, fuck..." He pulled out of me, gripping the base of his cock. "Shit, I'm so close, fuck..."
"So why'd you stop?!" I pushed my ass against him and he groaned.
He gave my ass a slap to make me jump forward slightly, also making me giggle. "Oh, you like that?" He did it again, then again and again, making me giggle and moan with every one.
"Naughty slut. You should be punished."
"Oh, yes, sir. Please punish me."
His fingers found my plug and teased it out of my hole. He pushed me forwards so my ass was higher, my chest pressed against the countertop. He climbed up on the kitchen island behind me and lined up his cock, then pushed into my asshole. He did a few shallow thrusts, giving my hole time to adjust, before he started fucking me properly. My eyes rolled back again as he worked my hole, stretching it around his cock. My sensitive nipples rubbing against the smooth, cool surface of the counter was heavenly, adding more pleasure to the whole thing. He fucked me expertly, the sounds of our skin slapping together bouncing off the walls. I reached my hands between my legs and finger fucked my cunt, my other hand stroking my tdick. I soon came again, using my cum soaked fingers to fuck myself deeper.
Mr Richards cried out behind me and gripped my outfit, thrusting as deep into me as he could as he finally came, shooting his load inside me. He came hard, filling me up entirely. When he pulled out it was like a flood of cum that followed, the biggest load I'd ever taken. It dripped out of me with fat splat sounds. He lowered himself to the floor, holding on to the island to keep himself standing. I eagerly shifted round and lapped up the cum from the counter, slurping it all up. I swallowed, feeling victorious, savouring the taste of him on my tongue.
"I'm gonna have to give you a raise." He panted, sinking onto one of the stools.

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