The Cleaning Lady

Episode 10

At first, he wasn’t sure what she was doing. Then her hands moved to her sides and she slowly rolled her leggings and p@anties over her hips, moving them from side to side slowly as she worked them down. Once they cleared her hips, rather than let them drop, she pulled them down, slowly bending at the waist until her hands touched the floor. Kunle m0aned at the sight before his eyes. Sheila’s full, round derriere, fully exposed before him, was the most sensuous thing he’d ever seen. She stood and stepped out of her discarded clothes, then slowly pivoted to face him. Her perfect full body was there for him to gape at, náked as the day she was born. She raised her hands above her head and struck a pose.

“You’re beautiful,” he choked out, his tongue dry and thick with lust.
“Thank you,” Sheila said coyly, letting her hands move over her body, knowing his eyes were following them.

She knelt on the bed between his legs and took the hem of his shorts in her fingers. “Raise your hips,” she quietly commanded. Kunle complied and she gently pulled his shorts and boxers down to his knees, freeing his erèction.

Immediately it bounced in her face, her eyes grew wide.
“Jesus KUNLE!!!!!” she exclaimed in shock.

She moved back startled. After a moment she reached down and lightly ran her nails from his balls to just below the head of his cöck and back, watching it jerk and twitch at her touch.

She took the shaft in her hand and slowly jacked it up and down several times, watching his eyes flutter and hearing him gasp with desire. Sheila stepped off the bed and pulled his shorts all the way off his legs. She stood back, admiring his cöck as it waved in the air, hissing and spitting in her direction.
“Jesus Kunle, you could have warned me. This thing is a fúcking python!!!”

Kunle smiled. “Well, you would have found out eventually. Come on, it’s not that big.”

“It is. It’s HUGE!!! How do you expect little me to handle something this..MASSIVE?”
“Come on Sheila.” Kunle responded, stroking himself. “It’s not that huge.”

“I’m gonna pass out if that thing dares enter me.”

“Sheila, you’re panicking.”
She laughed. “I’m not. You are surely full of surprises. First your sudden request and now you unleash that…” she said pointing again to his engorged J0yst!ck “…that freak of nature. Jesus Kunle”.

She sat back beside him and began to rub and massage his thighs, moving her hands slowly upward from his knees toward his groin. As her hands approached, Kunle closed his eyes in anticipation. Sheila ran her fingers through his short, dark pubic hair, then underneath to massage his balls. She rubbed and scratched his scrötum lightly with one hand and the other gently wrapped around and jacked his shaft. Kunle sighed softly, his breathing ragged and shallow. Sheila smiled and seing eyes were still closed, she bent her head quickly and took a quick nibble on the head. Kunle’s eyes’ flew open and he m0aned loudly. She giggled softly, watching his face as she bent over again and let her tongue move over his head. His eyes were fixed and glazed, watching as she lightly sU-Cked. His right hand gently stroked her back as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft, taking more into her mouth with each dip of her head.

“Oh God,” he m0aned. “Baby that feels so good!”
She continued to bob her head up and down gently squeezing on his shaft, until she felt him begin to tense. She stopped, watching his face and whispering urgently, “Don’t cúm yet!! Hang on in there.”

Kunle felt himself moving towards the edge. He wanted nothing more than to empty his throbbing cöck into her mouth, but he knew it was too early. With all his effort, he commanded his mind to move to something else. It worked, and within a minute or two, he was in some semblance of control again. When he opened his eyes, Sheila was bent over him, peering closely in his face.

“Under control?” she asked with a grin.

“Yeah,” he grunted, “Barely.”
“Do you have any lubrication?”
“Lubrication?”
“Yes. Oil? Lotion?”
“I have some Adiagbon.”
“Adi…what?”
“Adiagbon. It’s locally made coconut oil. I prefer it to these regular lotions.”
“That should do. Where is it?”
Kunle pointed to his stand and watched as she sashayed over to pick up the bottle.
“What are you up to?”
“You’ll see,” she said, returning to sit down beside him.

She opened the bottle and poured some of the oil into her hand. His slightly less rigid rod jerked as his mind went to what she would do with it. What she did matched his wildest dreams. She took the oil she’d poured in her hands and applied it to her clèavage. She turned the bottle up and let a generous quantity dribble over her brèasts. Kunle watched transfixed she smeared the oil all over her as some dripped onto her thighs and belly.

She capped the bottle and set it aside.

She began to knead her brèasts with both hands. She closed her eyes and let her head loll from side to side as she massaged herself. She rubbed the oil all over her chest and belly until she glistened. She began to rub and tug on her nipplès, m0an!ng softly as she did. Kunle’s lust for her was intense and he was fighting a losing battle not to stroke his already throbbing dìck again. Sheila opened her eyes and saw his hand moving back toward his crotch and shook her head.

“No, no, no, no, no” she scolded playfully, slapping his hand away, “I’m going to take care of that for you okay. Trust me.”

Kunle nodded and watched as she took the bottle of oil again, poured a small amount in her hand and reached for him. He groaned as she ran her oily hand from the base of his balls to the head and back four times, pausing for a few seconds at each down-stroke, covering his shaft with the oil and making it glisten as it throbbed.

“Close your eyes,” she hissed. Kunle complied, not sure what to expect. Sheila moved up slightly and bent over his crotch, cupping his shaft between her full, slick bööbs.

She began to move up and down, rubbing his shaft between her soft tìts.

“Oh my god,” he groaned as she tìtfu-Cked him. He opened his eyes and watched, his eyes glazed, as she moved up and down on his shaft. She slapped his rod all over her jugs, poking one of her erect nìpples with the head, forcing a small gasp as a small rope of pre-Pour dangled from it. “Oh yes,” he hissed, his hands balling up the sheets and his hips bucking upward matching her rhythm. Again, she watched his arousal and when she felt he could take no more, she slowly sat up, grinning.

“Hold it,” she urged, “We’re getting closer baby, but hold on just a little longer.”
“Tease,” he m0aned, “freakin’ tease!” He struggled hard, biting his tongue and forcing his mind to think of something else than his impending örgasm. It took all the will power he could muster, but he again managed to keep from cúmming.

“You’ve controlled yourself well baby. It’s been almost fifteen minutes” she said, looking at her watch and smiling down at him with a twinkle in her eye. He noticed that her other hand was at her crotch, rubbing lightly.
“Whatcha’ doin’?” he asked, gesturing at her hand.
“Well,” she drawled, “you’re not the only one who’s aroused. Feelin’ your cöck all over my bööbs and watching you react has got me all hot.” She gave him a look that would’ve aroused a statue and growled, “Now I’m going to try stick that thing into me and ride you all the way home baby.”
With that, she straddled him and leaned down to kiss him. She kissed him passionately, pressing her oily bööbs to his chest and beginning to grind her crotch against the length of his shaft. Kunle prayed silently. This was where he usually messed up. He hoped it won’t happen again. He was so close to cúmming!!!! He responded to her kiss with equal fervor, entwining his tongue with hers, running his hands over her oily body, and grinding back against her. He could feel the moist heat of her cúnt and he ground more firmly against her. His hands went to her hips and her bottom, rubbing, kneading, and squeezing them as they ground together.

Sheila began to sigh and m0an softly through their kisses as they continued to grind each other.

With a start, she pushed up, leveraging herself against his chest with one hand and taking his cöck in the other. They both watched as she placed him at her entrance. She leaned forward, placing her hands on either side of his head and slowly worked herself up and then down, steadily sinking lower. She whimpered as the head forced its way inside her.

“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded vigorously, clamping her lips tight as she adjusted to accommodate him. She slowly lowered herself again as inch by inch till he sank into her, the sight of his rigid cöck impaling her shaved cúnt a sight he would never forget.