Ben is getting ready for a crucial video call with his Australian business partner regarding a lucrative property deal when the doorbell chimes. He sighs, glancing at his reflection in the mirror. The weekend's indulgences had painted a picture of youthful exuberance on his usually stoic face, and he quickly straightens his tie to maintain an air of professionalism. The house is a whirlwind of chaos, a stark contrast to the orderly world of high finance he is about to enter through his laptop screen.
He opened the door to find Vennie, the 29-year-old European maid, standing on the porch. Her thick blonde hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, and she wore a navy blue tight t-shirt that hugged her curves, accentuating her ample assets, and blue jeans that clung to her shapely legs. She held a cleaning caddy in one hand and a vacuum in the other. "Hello Mr. Ben," she said with a smile that seemed to hold a hint of mischief. "I'm Vennie, from the cleaning service you booked." Ben nodded, his eyes lingering on her for a moment longer than necessary before he regained his composure and stepped aside to let her in. He showed her around the house, pointing out the areas that needed attention while trying to ignore the faint scent of sex that still lingered in the air from his weekend escapades. Then, he retreated to his office to prepare for the video call.
Vennie looked around the living room, taking in the remnants of the weekend's debauchery. She plugged in her vacuum and switched it on, the whirring sound a comforting backdrop to her thoughts. As she moved through the space, picking up stray clothing and bottles, she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the prospect of tidying up after a man who was clearly living life to the fullest. She found a strange allure in the chaos, a silent testament to the passion that had unfolded here just hours ago. She cleaned the carpets meticulously, tracing the paths of the previous night's revelries with the machine's nozzle. She started wondering about Ben's life. Why was he living alone in such a large house? The absence of any family photos or a woman's touch was noticeable. Yet she found a closet filled with lingerie, more than one might expect for a man of his age. Then it hit her, the smell of sex was faint but unmistakable, and it led her to the bathroom. There, she discovered a pile of towels that hadn't quite made it to the hamper. She lifted one to her nose and inhaled deeply, the scent of musk and perfume intoxicating. She found hairs that weren't silver, like Ben's, but rather golden-blonde, much like her own, on the bathroom floor. Her heart raced, and she couldn't help but feel a little jealous. Who were these young women that had the pleasure of Ben's company?
Her mind wandered to the possibility of joining their ranks. She knew Ben was rich; it was evident in every corner of the house. The art, the furniture, even the brand of toothpaste in the bathroom screamed wealth. And she was desperate. The last few months had been a financial struggle, and she'd do almost anything to make ends meet. As she checked the kitchen counters, the gears in her head turned. Perhaps there was more to this job than just cleaning. If she played her cards right, she might be able to offer him some companionship, and in return, get a taste of the luxurious life he led. The thought of it made her pulse quicken, and she couldn't help but feel a little thrill run through her body. She had always been attracted to older, powerful men, and Ben, with his silver hair and piercing blue eyes, was certainly that. Once she had organized everything in the rooms, she took a deep breath and walked towards Ben's office room. She dropped her vacuum cleaner outside the room, the noise of the cleaning equipment replaced by the soft padding of her sneakers on the plush carpet. She tip-toed, not wanting to disturb the important conference call. Ben was deep in conversation, gesturing animatedly, his gaze fixed on the screen. Vennie took a moment to appreciate the sight of him, his broad shoulders and strong jawline. Despite his age, he was still a handsome man, and she could see the power in his posture. He looked away from the screen briefly, noticing her in the doorway. She gave him a coy smile and offered to clean his office. He nodded, a little surprised by her efficiency but grateful for the offer. He muted his call and said, "That would be great, Vennie. Thank you." She nodded and stepped into the room, her heart racing with anticipation.
With each swipe of the duster and polish of the wood, she made sure she was moving in a way that would catch his eye. Bending at the waist, she gave him a clear view of her ample cleavage, her t-shirt riding up just a bit. She'd occasionally glance over her shoulder. Ben's eyes darted back to the screen, but she noticed the slightest of smirks forming at the corner of his mouth. The conversation on the video call grew more intense, with his manager detailing the property's features. "The property is wide and very accessible from multiple locations," the manager said, and Vennie couldn't resist the urge to bend over even lower, her shorts tightening across her round ass as she reached for a forgotten earring on the floor. Ben's gaze lingered for a split second longer than necessary, his smirk growing into a full-blown smile before he refocused on the call. She knew she had his attention now. His manager continued, "But there's something peculiar about it. There are two identical buildings, very close together, creating a tight space between them." During this time she came closer and leaned forward cleaning his desk, giving him a nice view of her tight cleavage that matched with his manager's description about the identical white buildings. This time Ben didn't even try to hide it, his eyes flickering to her chest before he responded, "No, keep the buildings there. I love tight spaces." The double entendre hung in the air, and she felt a thrill of excitement as he winked at her, mischief glinting in his eyes. Vennie winked back with a curved smile that was both flirtatious and knowing, as if to say she understood the game they were playing. She turned away to hide her blush, her heart racing. This was the opportunity she had been waiting for.
As the call wrapped up and Ben closed his laptop, the silence in the room was palpable. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her, his eyes travelling from her shapely legs to her busty chest, and back up to her face. She stepped closer. "Sir, I had got very few bookings this month," she began, her voice a seductive purr. "If you could help me out.... I would be so happy." The smirk on her face was clear; she knew she had him hooked. She waited for his response, her breath shallow, her heart hammering in her chest. Ben leaned back in his chair, his gaze lingering on her full lips, and for a moment, she thought she saw something flicker in his eyes. It was a look of hunger, of desire, and she felt herself responding to it. Ben cleared his throat, his voice a low rumble. "How many slots can I book?" he asked, his tone thick with innuendo. She knew what he meant. She licked her lips slowly, letting her tongue dart inside her mouth. "All three slots are open for you," she said, her voice a playful whisper that sent a shiver down his spine. She watched as his eyes darkened, his expression becoming more predatory. "and I can clean more than just a house..." she added, letting the words hang in the air between them like a promise. He stood up, walking to the cabin that served as his makeshift bar. He took out a small bundle of banknotes, all hundreds, and held it out to her. "Advance for your...exceptional service" he said, his voice a low rumble that seemed to resonate in the quiet room.
Her hand trembled as she took the money, her eyes never leaving his. "Thank you, sir," she murmured, her voice filled with a mix of gratitude and excitement. She tucked the cash into her pocket. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling with her quickening breaths. "Let me tell our driver to leave," she said. Vennie walked out of the office, her legs feeling wobbly with anticipation. She found the cleaning kit she had brought with her and handed it to the driver who was waiting outside. "There's been an extension to my cleaning shift, with tools available at this house" she said with a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "I'll manage my way back home afterwards." The driver nodded, not questioning her request, and drove away. She watched the car pull out of the driveway, feeling a sense of exhilaration wash over her.
Once the car was out of sight, she turned back to the house, a new sense of purpose in her stride. She slid her hand into her pocket again, feeling the reassuring crunch of the bills. She couldn't believe the turn her life had taken in such a short time. Two days ago, she was barely making ends meet, and now she had more money than she had seen in months. Now, it's time to prove herself to this rich and charming old man. Vennie walked back to the office room, her socks whispering against the plush carpet with each step she took. When reached Ben's side, he asked "Show me those three slots you mentioned, so I can book them right away." She knew what he was referring to and played along. "Two of them are hidden," she said with a sly smile, her voice a siren's call that made Ben's blood run hot. She leaned in closer, her breath a warm caress on his neck. "But one is open for you now," she whispered, her finger tracing a seductive line along her bottom lip. The gesture was so subtle, yet so powerful that Ben felt his pulse quicken.
She slowly kneeled before him, her eyes never leaving his, her expression one of submission and longing. Ben's hand found its way to her hair, gently tugging on the strands as he guided her closer to his crotch. The fabric of her shirt stretched tightly over her breasts, the outline of her erect nipples visible through the material. His hand moved to trace the curves of her breasts before slipping under her shirt to cup one, feeling the weight and warmth of her flesh in his palm. Her breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch, her eyes closing briefly in pleasure.
Without waiting for further instruction, she undid the button of his trousers, her hands shaking with a mix of excitement and nerves. Ben stepped back, allowing the garment to fall to the floor, revealing his black boxer briefs. He watched her eyes widen as they took in the sight of his manhood, straining against the fabric. He stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside, leaving him in just his underwear and a crisp white shirt. Vennie's gaze was transfixed on the bulge, her heart racing in her chest. She reached out, her hand trembling, and pulled down the waistband of his boxers. His cock sprang free, and she couldn't help but gasp at the sight of it. It was larger and more formidable than she had imagined, and she felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect of having it inside her.
Without hesitation, she leaned in and took the head of his penis into her mouth, her eyes never leaving his. She enjoyed the taste of him, the musky scent that was uniquely Ben. She swirled her tongue around the uncut head, taking her time to savor every inch. His hips jerked in response. Her hand reached out to cradle his balls, rolling them gently in her palm as she took more of him into her mouth. She could feel him growing harder, his breaths becoming ragged as he watched her. She paused, her eyes meeting his, and whispered, "I want to serve you, sir." Her voice was low and sultry, dripping with need. "My mouth, my body...they are yours to command." Ben's hand tightened in her hair as he guided her, pushing her to take more of him, setting a rhythm that had her moaning around his shaft. She was eager to please him, eager to show him what a good little maid she could be.
With a final, lingering suck, she pulled back, her eyes shimmering with excitement. "Take off your shirt," he ordered, his voice strained with desire. She obeyed, her t-shirt slipping over her shoulders and revealing her large, natural breasts. Ben's gaze was drawn to them like a magnet, and he reached out to cup one in his hand, his thumb flicking her nipple. She gasped, her back arching in response, and he smirked. "Let's not make a mess here," he murmured. "Come, let's go to the kitchen."
They both walked naked, the cool air of the hallway making her nipples peak. She felt a thrill of exhibitionism, knowing that anyone could walk in and see them. But there was something incredibly erotic about it, something that made her wet with anticipation. When they reached the kitchen, Ben led her to the island, his cock still hard and pointing the way. "I don't want to get you dirty," he said, his voice gruff. "Bend over the counter." She did as she was told, her heart racing as she felt the cold granite against her bare skin. She gripped the edge, her breasts pressing into the cool surface as she looked back at him, her eyes wide with excitement.
He stepped closer, his cock now just a few inches from her waiting pussy. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Tell me, Vennie, are those other two slots really open for me?" She nodded, her voice barely above a whimper. "Yes, sir," she replied, her voice shaking with excitement. "They're all yours, sir." He chuckled, the sound sending another shiver down her spine. "Good girl," he murmured, his hand reaching around to cup her ass, his finger tracing her pussy lips. She was already wet, her arousal making it easy for him to slip a finger inside her. She moaned as he worked her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. He withdrew his finger, and she felt a moment of disappointment, until she felt the tip of his cock pressing against her. She pushed back, eager for more, and he didn't disappoint, sliding into her with a deep, satisfying thrust. She gripped the counter, her knuckles turning white as she took him in, inch by inch. "Oh, sir," she gasped, her voice a needy whine. "You feel so good."
Ben leaned over her, his hand sliding up her back to grip her neck. "Yes, sir..." she murmured, and he rewarded her with a firm squeeze of her neck. He began to move, his hips slapping against her ass as he fucked her. She could feel every inch of him, and it was more than she had ever experienced before. With each thrust, she felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her moans growing louder, filling the kitchen with the sounds of their illicit encounter. She was his, completely and utterly, and she loved every moment of it.
As he rode her, she couldn't help but think about the power dynamics at play. Here she was, a young maid, servicing a man more than twice her age. Her thoughts grew hazy as the pleasure mounted, and she felt herself losing control. But she held on, her body tightening around him as she approached climax. "Please, sir," she begged, her voice muffled by the countertop. "I want to taste you."
He slowed his pace, his breathing heavy. He pulled out of her with a wet sound that made her ache, and she felt a pang of loss. But then she heard the scraping of the stool against the floor, and she knew what was coming. She watched in the reflection of the kitchen window as he moved closer to her head while she was lying on the island kitchen table. His cock standing tall and proud. He took her head in his hands, guiding her to his waiting member. She eagerly took him in, her mouth watering at the taste of him. She licked and sucked, her tongue swirling around the head, her teeth gently grazing the sensitive skin. Ben groaned, his grip tightening as he fucked her mouth with the same intensity as he had her pussy.
The taste of him grew more potent as he got closer to climax. She felt him swell more this time, and she knew he was going to come. She sucked harder, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep. And then he was there, his cum shooting into her mouth in hot, thick spurts. She swallowed eagerly, her eyes never leaving his. She felt his hand release her neck, his body going still as he came down from his orgasm. He stepped back, his chest heaving, and she watched him, a sense of satisfaction settling over her.
Vennie remained there, sprawled on the counter, her legs shaking slightly. Ben leaned over her, his cock still semi-hard, his eyes blazing with lust. "You're a good little maid".
