SMUT | ONE SHOTS

Cleaning Services [Boy X Girl]

A guy taking cleaning services for his apartment. That's it.

Enjoy.

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"Hey," he smiled as the door opened to let me in. I let out a soft giggle. He looked like a child waiting for Santa Claus.

"Hey."

He took a step to the side, leaving just enough space for me to walk through and forcing me to graze against him.

"So, is it the usual today as well?" I asked, taking off my jacket and shoes as he waited in the hallway.

"Yeah, everything except my bedroom," he nodded. I felt as his gaze wandered over my skin, me showing off a bit more than usual. The skirt were just enough to cover me up and my chest in a just slight to tight top.

"Okay," I smiled sweetly.

He gave a weird bow-nod-movement, and I had to force in a laugh as he walked to the living room. - Normally, I would've started in the kitchen, but somehow... the living room sounded perfect.

William sat down on the couch, picking up a book placed at the table next to it... as if he'd planned it beforehand. I pretended to ignore his presence and unpacked a towel from the bag next to me.

His breath caught just the slightest as I bent forward to dust off the television, showing the black thongs hidden under the skirt. I let out a soft sigh, reaching even further behind the screen. Just thinking about his face expressions made my pussy ache.

I got down onto my knees, opening the cabinet under the bench and cleaning the dust there, too. The skirt fell down onto my back and left my ass bare except the thin fabric.

"Mmh," I sighed, sitting back up and stretching my arms, resulting in the top hitching further up and revealing soft skin.

He fumbled behind me, something being put onto the table, but I forced myself to not look back. Instead, I pulled my hair to the side to give him more to look at.

"Damn," he gulped. I stood back up, turning to him with a grin.

"What?"

"Nothing."

He was lying back on the couch, legs splayed to leave room for his member, all trapped under his pants. My breasts bobbed as I got to work on the table, moving everything to the side and making slow movements with the cloth. Closer to him with every stroke.

"Isn't it hot in here?" I sighed, standing back up to put away the cloth.

"Yeah," he breathed, unable to take his gaze of my body. All my nerve endings fizzled with excitement. He was enjoying this, maybe even more than me. If that now was possible.

My fingers wandered up my skirt and to the top, dragging it off my body in one smooth movement and letting it fall to the floor.

All that was hiding my round breasts from view was a matching black bra, cupping around them perfectly.

"Fuck," he mounted, wetting his lips.

I really had no power or need to drag it out any longer. My whole body craved, and begged, for release. To touch, taste and feel him as he thrusted into my wet, perfect pussy.

I slowly stepped around the table and paused just centimetres from him, looking down at his heaving chest and staring eyes.

"Want to touch them?"

He gave a tiny nod, gulping as his hand reached to cup around the right breast. I held up a finger and took my other hand behind my back to unbutton it. The bra fell down, and I threw it onto the seat next to him.

A low moan left his body. I gave him a soft smile, placing my hands onto his shoulders before slowly sitting down, straddling his hips.

His hands cupped both of my breasts, my crotch grinding against his pulsating cock and we both let out a groan.

I wanted, needed, more. Now.

"Take off your shirt."

He didn't need telling twice as the clothing was off in seconds. I followed by unbuckling his belt and rising just enough to have him get out of his jeans too. All that was between us now was our underwear.

I grinded down hard, sighing happily at his member dragging against my hole and picturing it inside me. His hand travelled down to find my clit, slowly dragging his fingers over it, gaze locked with mine.

"Fucking hell," I gasped, closing my eyes to the sensation. My pussy clenched around air, legs spreading to get more, harder, closer.

His other hand found my waist and ass, complemented by his tongue circling my nipple and then slowly sucking.

"That feels so good," I praised, grabbing hold off his shoulders in desperation. He left a mark in between my breasts, gasping as I pretended to ride his cock in desperation after the real thing.

My own lips found behind his ear, licking the sensitive skin teasingly and giving it a soft bite. His hips bucked up, hands pressing my body against his.

I gave a sly smile, grinding and dancing to music in my head, making my breasts move before his eyes. But then I got off to pull his underwear with me, leaving mine on top of his seconds later.

His cock stood proudly, veins pulsating with blood and excitement as I got back onto the couch, letting his hand guide himself into my tight pussy.

"Mmh," I moaned happily, letting more and more push inside of me. His eyes rolled back from pleasure, hands grasping my thighs while gasping for air.

I rode him slowly, dragging out the seconds painfully long, enjoying all too much how his cock's head pushed against my insides and finally, finally touched the spot.

His hips rose up to meet me.

"Fuck," I moaned, hands grasping his hair and neck in desperation. I went faster, the sound of our bodies melting together filling up the apartment.

"Yes, just like that..." he groaned, fingers pressing into my thighs and guided me to speed up even more. My breasts bobbed, breathing getting heaver as the feeling deep inside my body grew and head spinning.

His moan leapt out just seconds before mine, body clenching with a wide pleased smile. My head rolled back, riding the last sensation until the end before I got off and onto the seat next to him.

"Pleasure to work here as always," I purred, finger tracing along his jaw and naked chest.

"We might have to put this into one of your routine tasks," he breathed heavily.

"I'd have nothing against that. Nothing at all."