I remember that summer very well. I had just graduated college with a degree in Business Management and was looking for work. But work was scarce at the time and there wasn’t much available. So here I was fresh out of college with a mountain of student debt, no job, and no prospects. I was in a bind. I was just about ready to go find a piece of cardboard and write myself a “Broke – Please Help” sign and start panhandling, when I saw a help wanted sign in a little café.

I went in and inquired about the job. It was a dishwasher position and it didn’t pay all that well, but it was money so I applied and was hired for the job. The restaurant manager, himself a college graduate who had been in similar shoes as mine, told me that if I needed a place to stay, there was a back room with a cot that I could use till I got on my feet. Gratefully, I accepted – it beat sleeping under a bridge or on a park bench someplace! With the job and the back room I could at least meet my immediate needs if not pay any of my debt back just yet.

I began working and I worked hard – I never realized how many dishes a restaurant goes through in a single day! By the end of every day I was beat. My back ached, my feet ached, it was a tough job, but at least I was working till something better came along.

That something better would come along about two months after I started working for the restaurant. One of the waitresses, Tamara, said her brother had a pool cleaning business and one of his partners had quit, leaving him shorthanded. She asked me if I wanted to make some money on my days off. She told me that cleaning pools was easy work compared to washing dishes and the job paid pretty good if I could hustle. I agreed to talk to her brother about it on my next day off.

That next Tuesday I went and talked with him and learned what was required. It did sound like some easy money, so I agreed to start working for him. He showed me what I needed to know and how to clean a swimming pool properly. After two days of training, he let me loose to work on my own. He would work five days a week leaving me the company van on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, my days off from the restaurant, to work those days.

The first week I did four pools which was a fair two days work – not super good, but respectable. I was able to use the van after work to do some shopping for myself as well. The following week is when things really took an interesting turn...

Mrs. Franklin always thought she was so much better than everyone else. The “airs” she adopted when in the restaurant were apparently becoming more than Tamara could handle. She would nitpick at the tiniest detail – a water spot on the silverware, the fact that her napkin had a crease in it, the soup was too hot (or too cold) or her crackers were broken. Anything to criticize and berate the service.

Mrs. Franklin was one of those super vain types who always felt she needed something done – a Botox injection for this wrinkle, a tummy tuck for an imagined pooch in her stomach. She had her plastic surgeon on speed-dial! Between the beauty salons, shopping for clothes, and the various treatments and spas, it was no wonder she had to marry into money! And she did – hubby was a member of one of the “First Families” in town.

During lunch one day, she mentioned to Tamara how difficult it was to find a reliable pool cleaner. As she took Mrs. Franklin’s order, Tamara mentioned her brother had a pool cleaning business. She expressed her belief he did a good job and might be available.

Mrs. Franklin readily accepted Tamara’s offer to check. While Mrs. Franklin ate her lunch, Tamara called me. She explained Mrs. Franklin’s problem, as well as the way Mrs. Franklin had treated her. Even though Mrs. Franklin always treated her like shit, Tamara still was willing to help the snobbish high brow battle-axe get her pool cleaned.

When Mrs. Franklin was finished with her meal, Tamara brought the check and confirmed the pool man would be by that very afternoon at 2:00 PM. Mrs. Franklin was delighted and gave Tamara a tip – and Mrs. Franklin was not one to tip a serviceperson even when they deserved it!

At 2:00 that afternoon, I arrived at the Franklin residence. It was a huge imposing Mediterranean-style mansion with a large front driveway that curved around a large water fountain in the front of the house. I pulled the van up in front of the large front overhang. After ringing the doorbell, an attractive Hispanic woman answered the door.

“Hello, I’m Thomas the pool cleaner, here to clean the pool. Are you Mrs. Franklin?” I asked.

“No Senor, My name is Rosa. I am the maid. Senora Franklin is out by the pool. I show you,” she said in her broken, but understandable English. She led me around the side of the house and through the side gate to the patio and pool area. I was pleased to see there was a six foot concrete block wall surrounding the patio and pool – giving me the privacy I would need for what I had planned. Rosa showed me the utility closet where the cleaning supplies, the chemicals, the filter and pump were located. Then she left me to my task and went back inside to continue her work.

Because it was such a warm afternoon, I stripped off my shirt and then got to work. I was just getting started when Mrs. Franklin stepped out of one of the French doors leading to the pool area from the main house. I looked up for a moment as she walked across the concrete patio and took up a position on one of the lounge chairs.

She was about 38 or 39 years old, about five foot six inches tall with platinum blonde hair and blue eyes. She evidently worked out; her legs were firm and her body trim. Her body... 34-26-36 with a pair of amazing, but definitely aftermarket, G-cup tits that were screaming to be let out of the tiny neon pink and yellow bikini she was wearing. She was stretched out on the lounge, and I could see her eyes were on me.

“Hello, Mrs. Franklin, my name is Thomas,” I said, introducing myself. She just gave me a cursory nod and then laid back down on her lounge chair. Tamara had been right – the woman had little use for people in the service fields!

As I worked I shot a glance at her every so often. I could see I had her interest and occasionally I saw her hand stray across one of her huge tits and she licked her lips subconsciously.

Time to get to the next level, I thought. Without looking at her, I resumed cleaning the pool and was working my way around the perimeter. Pretty soon I would be next to Mrs. Franklin. We would see if my plan would work.

As I approached her, I got a better look at her amazing body. Her legs were slightly spread and the tiny bikini bottom did little to hide the fact that she shaved her mound.

I finished up my work and put the tools away. By this time, I had a huge hard-on and the bulge was evident in the front of my pants. My cock was pushing at the waist band, anxious to get free. If someone stood next to me and looked down, they could see the tip of my cock head.

I approached Mrs. Franklin, announced I was finished and asked if there was any other service I could provide. She looked at me with an open and wanton lustful stare. She nodded yes.

I spotted a bottle of suntan lotion on a small table next to her. “Would you like me to put some lotion on you? We don’t want you to burn that lovely skin!” I said in a low soft voice. She handed me the bottle of lotion and I could see her breathing had increased. I was standing next to her head, my cock was no more than 16 to 18 inches from her.

I put some lotion in my hand and rubbed them together to warm it up a bit. I started rubbing the lotion on her back and shoulders. I worked my way down her back to the top of her bikini bottoms then up her sides, grazing the sides of her enormous tits. As I brushed across her tits I heard a soft, but unmistakable moan from her. I smiled ... I was starting to warm her up!

I squirted another big glob of lotion into my hand and moved down to her legs. She spread her legs a bit so I could have better access and I began rubbing the lotion on her lower legs, working my way up. I rubbed the insides of her thighs and felt her shudder ... as I got closer to her V, I could feel her tense a bit in anticipation. I gave her the “accidental” brush she was hoping for as I put lotion at the tops of her thighs and hips.

With her all coated in suntan lotion now, I got up and got ready to leave. I could tell she was definitely aroused and as I began to head for the gate to leave, she got up to “see me out”.

She stood and pretended to stumble against me. She acted as though she had twisted her ankle and asked me to help her inside. I lifted her and carried her into the house. The entire time, her arms were around my neck and her mouth was next to my ear. She was breathing heavily and the affect on me was apparent.

By this time, my cock was even harder and bigger. As I carried her, I know it was hitting her ass. The question was whether she realized that fact.

She asked me to carry her upstairs so she could rest her ankle. I obliged, she was surprisingly light to carry.

She directed me to her room and had me place her on the bed. She tried to act surprised when she saw the bulge in my pants and asked if she had been the cause of it being so large. I nodded yes.

She was not feigning shyness as she reached out and traced a finger along the length of the bulge and then lightly grabbed it and gave it a squeeze, delighting in how it jumped when she did. I asked to use her bathroom and she showed me where it was. My bladder was full and I unleashed a long, stream of piss. When I had finished, I returned to the bedroom to see if I could help her further. She asked me to rub her ankle, so I knelt by the bed and began massaging her ankle. She relaxed and made no comment as my hands worked up her calf.

I complimented her on her muscle tone and indicated it was a sign she worked out. She admitted most of her muscles worked out, but some did not.

She did not express any desire for me to stop, so I continued massaging her legs up to her knee. When I stopped there she looked at me pleadingly. “Y-you can go higher. My leg still hurts some,” she said softly. She spread her legs wider in an invitation to me.

I leaned forward as though to examine her more closely for a sprain as I did. I knelt down on the side of the bed and as I did her legs opened more.

I pulled her to the edge of the bed so my face was no more than a few inches from her pussy. I told her how nice and developed her legs were; she smiled and then in a move that left no doubt about her intentions, she pulled on the drawstrings of her bikini bottoms, letting the wisp of clothing fall apart and revealing her most intimate area.

Mrs. Franklin looked at me kneeling in front of her with her legs splayed out and her pussy open to my view. She paused as if afraid to say anything. “What do you think?” she asked in a soft almost-whisper.

I told her how pretty her pussy was and how I liked the fact that she was shaved. I told her how nice and developed her lips were and as I did so, I reached out and traced my finger up and down her fat swollen lips. She moaned as she felt me touching her and reached down to pull her pussy lips apart, showing me her wet, pink interior.

“God I’m so wet!” she exclaimed.

I leaned forward and my tongue darted to the clit. It took a couple licks at the throbbing button with my tongue and her legs were wide open and she was groaning.

My face went into her pussy. I took her pussy lips in my lips and began sucking on them. At the same time my tongue was twirling around that clit.

Mrs. Franklin must have really been horny because it seemed like almost immediately her pussy began spasming as she came, pouring her pussy juice out all over my face and dripping down on the carpet. Without a pause to rest, I flipped her legs up over my shoulders and began to really dive into that pussy. She was gyrating all over my chin as my tongue began to drive deep into her hole.

“Oh God yes! Ooh yes ... eat me ... eat my pussy baby! Oh fuck ... Ohhhh!” she moaned as she writhed and twisted wildly on the bed under me. Despite all her thrashing and contortions, however, I kept a tight hold on her and continued feasting on her sopping pussy.

My face was coated with her juices as I stood and stepped between her legs. The bed was the perfect height as I placed my cock at the opening to her pussy. I thrust forward and it went right in to the hilt. She’d taken it all and had a lust crazed look on her face.

I began fucking her hard and as deep as I could. She was sure not acting the role of a snotty bitch now. Now she was a whore in heat. She was rubbing her huge tits and I encouraged her to continue. Her ass was pumping back at me as hard as I was thrusting my cock into her.

My cock was sopping wet, and I could feel a puddle of her juices on the bed when my balls were hitting her ass. I lifted her ass higher and again positioned her heels on my shoulders.

She was cumming so hard she was shaking. I acted surprised when my cock slid out. Then I lowered my hips slightly and it was positioned at her asshole. That asshole was sopping wet.

I thrust forward into her asshole and she screamed lightly then relaxed. Something new for her, and apparently she liked it.

I fucked her for another 20 minutes or so and then tightened my grip on her ass. She knew I was going to cum and squealed for my load. I dumped a big, thick load deep in her asshole – she later admitted that was a first.

I pulled my cock out, and with her ankles were still on my shoulders, I took my cock and slapped her clit and pussy lips a few times. Her squeal was evidence she enjoyed it all.

I took her bikini bottoms and wiped my cock off in the inner crotch lining.

“Here’s something to remember me by. Now whenever you wear them, you’ll remember how hard I made you cum tonight!” I said, smiling.

I gave her a kiss and a slap on the ass as I turned to leave.

“I hope I will see you again, pool man!” she said.

“Call Tamara” was my response. I knew she would.

When I left Mrs. Franklin, I wondered if I would hear from her. I’d told her to call Tamara should her pipes need further cleaning. I knew there was a chance that she would have a case of guilty conscience once the glow of the fuck wore off. And I might not hear from her again. But I had given her a good hard fuck – one that she had obviously been missing – so my chances were pretty good I would have a repeat customer.

Sure enough three days later, Tamara took me aside in the restaurant. She told me that Mrs. Franklin had called her and wanted me to call her back to schedule another cleaning.

I returned the call and learned Emily (I had finally gotten her to tell me her first name!) needed a pipe cleaning ASAP. I told her I would be available in a couple days – I wanted to make her wait awhile first. She needed to learn everyone did not jump when she called. In turn, a delay might make her more trainable. She was disappointed but agreed. I suggested we make it early in the morning this time – I told her it was cooler that part of the day, but in reality I wanted to see if she chased her husband out of the house.

And so it was confirmed ... she had an appointment for the following Wednesday at 8:30 in the morning. Perfect, I thought.

Wednesday morning I hit the door about 7:30 in the morning. I had restrained myself from masturbating for a few days before the appointment. It was hard to do – I am used to getting off one way or another at least once a day. But this was for a good cause – I wanted an especially thick load for Emily today. This was the day I was going to turn her from a wealthy, self-inflated, aristocratic snob to little more than a common street whore!

Dressed for “work”, I had picked clothes that would leave little to the imagination. I was wearing just a pair of cotton shorts and sandals. The shorts had no pockets – I kept my wallet and house keys in the console of the van. With a keyless entry on the van, they would be secure there. I didn’t wear any boxers that day – I wanted her to be able to “window shop” some before we got serious!

No shirt was needed ... it looked like it would be a warm day, plus I wanted to work on my tan. A well-built bronze body seemed to do more for the ladies than a pale one!

I pulled into her drive about 30 minutes later. I recognized her husband as he came out of the house just as I was unloading my equipment. He stopped and introduced himself and then told me to make sure to give the pipes a good cleaning. He said they were having a pool party that week-end and he wanted everything in tip top shape. I assured him I would as he drove off.

What a náive idiot. He actually believed I was there to clean the pool! He was so oblivious to everything...

William Franklin was a prominent local attorney and about 55 years of age. He had a successful law business which he had worked hard to build up. The problem was he was much more concerned with his work than he was with his wife! From what I had already learned from her, it had been some time since he had shown her any kind of attention let alone been intimate with her.

After Mr. Franklin left, I got out of the van and walked up to the front door. By this time my cock was already semi hard and getting anxious to come out to play.

I rang the bell and waited no more than a minute when Emily answered the door. Her eyes bulged out slightly as she smiled – both at my attire and my condition! She looked out the door past me – I suppose she wanted to be certain her hubby had left.

That day Emily must have been feeling a bit playful herself, because when she opened her robe, she wasn’t wearing anything under it! I guess that added some excitement for her. Perhaps she wanted to try her hand at the teasing game.