The afternoon sunlight streamed through the tall windows of my study, highlighting the faint dust motes swirling lazily in the air. I was seated at my desk, reviewing documents, when a soft knock came at the door.
“Come in,” I called, glancing up as the door creaked open.
It was Amanda, my housekeeper. She stepped in hesitantly, her hands clasped in front of her. Amanda was always impeccably dressed, her uniform neat and pressed, but today she had swapped her usual outfit for a fitted white blouse and black skirt that barely covered her thighs.
Her hair was tied back, revealing sharp cheekbones and a face that, despite its reserved expression, was undeniably attractive.
“Do you have a moment, ma’am?” she asked, her voice soft yet steady.
I gestured to the chair across from me. “Of course. What’s on your mind?”
She hesitated, then took the seat, smoothing her skirt as she sat. “I wanted to discuss… possibly taking on more responsibilities around the house.”
I raised an eyebrow. “More responsibilities? You already do an excellent job, Amanda. What else do you have in mind?”
She leaned forward slightly, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her blouse. “I’ve noticed there are some areas that could use extra attention. The garden, for example, or reorganizing the attic. I could take care of those if you’d like.”
Her words were professional, but there was something about the way she looked at me— intense and searching— that made the air feel heavier.
“I see,” I said slowly. “And what has brought this on? Are you looking for a change in your routine?”
Amanda bit her lip, glancing away briefly before meeting my gaze again. “Not exactly. I was hoping… if I took on more work, maybe we could discuss a raise?”
Her directness took me by surprise. I leaned back in my chair, studying her. “A raise, huh? That’s bold of you, Amanda.”
She straightened her posture, her cheeks flushing. “I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think I’d earned it. I work hard, ma’am, and I take pride in what I do.”
Her confidence was admirable, but it was the way her eyes lingered on mine— challenging yet inviting— that left me momentarily speechless.
“You’re right. You do work hard,” I finally said, choosing my words carefully. “And I appreciate everything you’ve done for this household. But a raise isn’t just about extra work— it’s about trust, about… understanding.”
Her lips parted slightly as if to respond, but she hesitated. There was an almost imperceptible shift in the room, an unspoken current passing between us.
“Do you trust me, Amanda?” I asked, my voice quieter now.
“Yes,” she replied without hesitation.
I rose from my chair, moving around the desk until I was standing before her. Amanda tilted her head up to look at me, her expression unreadable but her breathing a fraction quicker.
“Then let me ask you this,” I said, holding her gaze. “Why did you really want to talk to me today?”
For a moment, she didn’t answer. Her fingers gripped the arms of the chair, and she glanced down, her composure faltering. That’s when I noticed it— a subtle yet undeniable shift in her posture, the way her legs crossed as though trying to steady herself.
“I…” she began, but her voice trailed off.
Her vulnerability was unexpected, disarming even. I stepped closer, close enough to see the way her throat moved as she swallowed.
“It’s okay,” I said softly. “You can tell me.”
Amanda’s eyes flicked up to mine, and for a split second, I wondered what she wanted to say.
Then, she slowly stood up. I gulped down saliva as I watched her start by pulling her skirt down to reveal a red lacy panty under. Saliva pooled in my mouth.
She never took her eyes away from me. Her hands moved to her blouse. In barely a minute, that was gone too, leaving only a bra matching her panty.
“What the fuck, Amanda?” Those were the only words I could mutter as I took in the enticing sight before me.
“Y… you talked about trust. I need a raise, ma'am. And… and I trust you. So, do whatever you want to me,” she said, her voice almost a whisper.
“Fuck,” I cursed under my breath as I covered the distance between us and lifted her effortlessly, immediately taking her to my table and sliding between her legs on my knees once I sat her on the table.
I pushed my nose close to her pussy, inhaling her scent while my mouth watered even more.
“Fuck, I wanna eat you out,” I whispered to her.
“Go ahead, ma'am,” she whispered her response.
That was all I needed before I yanked her panty to the side and buried my face between her legs.
Her moans filled the room as I worked my tongue into her wet hole while my thumb played with her clit.
She smelled and tasted so fucking good. My tongue moved in and out of her wetness, my ears drinking her moans while my thumb continued to play with her clit.
She was soon trembling on the table, her fingers digging into my hair.
“Fuck. Fuck… so good,” she moaned as I slipped two fingers inside her and began sucking on her clit as I fingered her.
It wasn't hard to find her G-spot, having her squirming, trembling and moaning nonstop.
I abused her sweet spot, bringing my other hand to the back and taking her fleshy ass in my hand, giving it a firm squeeze that had her gasping loudly.
“Oh… fuck, I'm gonna cum. F… faster, please,” she begged, arching her back.
Who was I to deny her what she wanted? I moved my fingers as fast as I could inside of her, continuously brushing against that spot until she screamed and pushed herself into my face as her orgasm hit.
Her whole body shuddered heavily, her chest rising and falling as she panted.
I didn't stop, fingering her and sucking on her clit until she weakly pushed me off.
“Fuck, that was so fucking good,” she moaned, her body still shaking.
I smiled at her, running my tongue over my lips.
“Yeah?” I whispered, grabbing her by her chin and dropping a soft peck on her lips.
“Mhm,” she hummed, smiling as she rubbed her tongue over the roof of my mouth.
There was no doubt. I would give her a raise and if she allowed, eat her out as often as she wanted.
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