It had been too long since I’d been with a woman. That was all.
“Do I have any other duties?” she asked as she unbuckled my belt.
My dick was twitching. Usually it was sullen and resistant, like I was, and it pissed me off a bit that it was so reactive to this woman’s little chirping.
“Like what?”
“I don’t know. Like cooking?”
“Mac does the cooking,” I said as she slowly drew the zipper down. “Your job is to service me.”
She bit down on her lip.
“As long as you treat me with respect I’ll let you do anything to me you please.”
“Fine,” I growled as my cock began to drip precum. “It’s a deal.”
“Can I plant a garden? Outside?”
“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your other duties.”
Her hands brushed past my swelling balls as she searched for the fly.
“Do you want me to service anyone else?”
“No,” I said harshly. “Just me.”
“All right. Do you want to sit in a chair or something? So your back doesn’t hurt standing too long?”
I glared at her. My backdidhurt but I did not like to be reminded of it.
“Over to this chair,” I growled.
“Smart, smart,” she said approvingly, scooting on her knees after me. “I can do my work very well from here.”
I was irritated to feel my lips twitching up.
“And if I’m not happy with your performance you will no longer have a job,” I added harshly as I sat down. “We will aim for a six-month trial period.”
“Of course,” she said. “If you like, you can rate my performance to see where there is room for improvement.”
Now I absolutely did not think this woman knew the first thing about giving head, and maybe that was for the best. A bouncy little Polly Sunshine? I didn’t need that mess. A woman like that couldn’t possibly do club bunny shit without getting attached.
But my cock was certainly hard as a rock as she leaned forward, her big tits brushing past my thighs.
I wondered what had happened between her and her husband.
Polly gasped as I brought my cock out with rough fingers, her mouth a plump pinko.
“Oh, my! That’s sobig!”
“There’s no need for theatrics,” I said sternly. “Just do your job and never mind buttering me up.”
“Yes, sir,” she said demurely. “It’s justratherlarge.”
I felt a stirring of pleasure that irritated the hell out of me, and as she bent forward a button popped off her shirt, letting me see her incredibly bouncy and full breasts.
Goddamn, if that wasn’t a woman all over.