Chapter 7

One morning at about 10 am I was sent up to a room with a feather duster of all things. I had the standard outfit on, black stockings, suspender belt, skimpy panties and bra, plus a French Maid's outfit.

I knocked on the door and was told to enter. The man sitting there was dark haired and about 50 years old. He was slim and not so bad looking. He had a nice smile and was holding a newspaper in his hands. "I want you to do the dusting please," he told me, "But only in your underwear."

"Of course Sir," I said, unbuttoning the back of my short black dress, turning away from him and then sliding the straps off my shoulders. The dress fell to my feet leaving me only in my underwear. I walked over to the Television and bending a little forward, started to dust it, shaking the feather duster, and my bottom too.

When I turned to look I could see his eyes peering at me over the newspaper. I bent lower to clean the base, then straightened and stood on tiptoe to dust the top of the curtain rail. It felt really sexy to be doing this just in my underwear.

After a couple of minutes he got up and wandered over to where I was working. He stood next to me and looked out of the window as if I wasn't there. I felt his hand cup my panty clad bottom. His hand wandered around my bottom for a few seconds and then he slid his fingers into the top of my panties. I felt his hand fondle its way down to the top of my leg and then clasp my cheek. He squeezed it several times before removing his hand and wandering back to his seat. I carried on dusting. Not a word was spoken.

I walked over to his chair and began to dust the top of it around his shoulders. I leant forward so my small breasts confined within my lacy bra were near his face. He raised one hand and gently brushed the cup of my bra with the backs of his fingers. I felt them roam around and then brush over the hard nipple, it was so soft and gentle the way he did it. It was driving me mad.

I stood directly in front of him and leaned forward some more. This time he raised both his hands and cupped my bottom with them, while his face went to my chest where he planted several kisses on the upper parts of my breast along the bra line. I wiggled my chest around while he did so. When he let go I straightened up and then turned around with my back to him. Close by was a coffee table so I bent over and started to dust that.

I felt both his hands reach for my hips and heard him move forward in the chair. For a while he just circled his hands in little patterns around my hips and the side of my panties. Then I felt his finger slip into the top of them and he tugged them down just a little so the beginnings of the cheeks of my bottom were exposed to his gaze. I felt his face move close and his breath on me. He kissed the tops of my cheeks. Then he tugged the panties down some more and kissed me again. At one point he even bit my bottom gently, just scraping his teeth against it. I couldn't help but thrust back a little. Then he pulled my panties back up and sat back.

I went over to another part of the room and carried on dusting. I stretched this way and that, bent right over, stood straight. I was loving every minute of it. Finally he called me over.

"I have something here that needs a clean."

"Really, Sir." I said, "And what's that?"

He pulled down the zip of his trousers and pulled out a stiff and large cock.

"Would Sir like me to wash it?" I asked.

He nodded.

I bent over in front of him and brought his cock near to my mouth. Sticking my tongue out I first began to lick around the head. I started at the eye and then licked all around the top of the head. Then I pulled the skin back to reveal the acorn like head of his cock. I licked all around the rim, and then started to run my tongue up and down the shaft so that within a couple of minutes I had washed the whole thing.

"I better give this a rinse." I told him, before sinking my mouth down over his cock and engulfing the head and half the shaft in my warm wet mouth. I moved my head up and down several times before pulling my mouth off his cock, keeping my lips tightly sealed around it. It finally came out of my mouth with a little pop.

He said, "Thank you."

I stood up and told him it was my pleasure before walking away to another part of the room to carry on my dusting duties. For a while he watched me but then dropped his newspaper and came directly over to me. He told me to bend over and hold on to the television set in front of me. I did as I was told. His hands grabbed my hips and rolled my panties down to my knees. Then I felt his cockhead touch my wet pussy and he simply slid it straight in. I was hoping he'd do that. He started to thrust in and out of me, letting his cock almost come entirely out before ramming it back home. This must have been one of the quickest 'events' I had been involved in since starting work here. But there really is something to be said for a 'quick one' sometimes.

I thrust my hips back to meet his thrusts. His hands held on to my waist and he used them to pull me back and forth on his cock while he jerked his hips into me. It took just a couple of minutes before he started to grunt and I felt his hand slide between us. He pulled his cock from me and then I felt the first spurt of string very warm cum land in a trail on my back from my bottom to my shoulder. He must have been saving that for a while. Several more spurts followed but mostly aimed at my bottom. I felt it splash my cheeks before starting to slip and slide it's way down the backs of my legs dripped off my cheeks. Finally he grew still and asked me to rinse it again.

I turned around and took the softening cock in my hand. There was a drip of cum on the end, oozing out of the eye, and another drip forming under the head. I slipped the warm soft head into my mouth sucked hard at it. I could taste the drops of cum and sucked a couple more out of the end. Then I pushed my head all the way over the shaft until my lips touched his hair and balls. His cock was quite small by now. I held it there, letting my tongue swirl around it, pushing it around in my mouth. He finally drew back and thanked me for my dusting job.