Everything was immaculate

I was done with my inspection in three minutes, finishing in her office, not because there was any possibility of a mess, we hadn’t been in there since the prior inspection, but because I’d wanted to fuck her over that desk since the first time she brought me into the house.

So I did.

I fucked her hard and deep, pounding her into her desk as she asked for and finally received permission to cum…then screamed her way through several orgasms, though only the first got that endless gushing that I was looking for. But then she began to whimper, not in pleasure, as her body reached its actual limits.

She didn’t resist, or ask me to stop, but I could feel it and gave her an out. “On your knees! I want to give you a real facial!”

It was more a fall, then kneeling, but she managed to turn around on the wet floor and look up at me, preparing, I’m sure to say something sexy, but my hand was flashing fast as lightning, time was limited, all she managed was to raise her tits as a target for me and I exploded.

The Big Shot perk triggered for the first time and a truly massive load sprayed over her, clearly shocking her and me as she was sprayed down with what looked like ten loads of cum.

She stared up at me in awe. “Damn, girl, do you see what you do to me?”

“Yes, Mr. Cain.”

”Clean this,” I waved at the room and her, “up, I’ll get lunch. You can join me when you’re done.”

She didn’t say anything, though I’m sure she was nervous. I wasn’t crazy, I got a coat and some loose pants on before I got the food.

I had set the table by the time she joined me, but she gave me a relieved look when she saw the clothes, though there was an odd undercurrent, she stepped forward as I began to eat, then ducked under the table to my confusion.

“What are you doi--”

She slipped my cock free of the pants and into her mouth. Her tongue sought out ever wrinkle and fold, carefully bathing my cock in her spit, then I felt the silken softness of her hair around it, drying it.

Then she crawled out, the other side of the table and took her seat. “I needed to finish cleaning, Mr. Cain.”

”Good girl. I assume it’s fine that I borrowed some clothes?”

She muttered something I couldn’t hear, but when asked to repeat it, said that it was fine. With lunch done, we spent a few hours playing house, with me once again naked and she did the laundry again. We skipped the ‘stuck in the laundry’ bit as she wasn’t up enough on internet culture to get the joke.

We didn’t skip the ‘ride the washing machine to orgasm’ bit because I was curious if it could actually be done with a modern washing machine. It didn’t shake enough, but making her hump the edge as she desperately tried to cum after being teased for an hour was delightful and was a sort of humiliation that she seemed to enjoy and so did I, even if it was phrased as an experiment.

She couldn’t by the by, not without using her fingers too.

A little of time spent on her essay, which she had some…quite pleasant edits to.

But we were coming up on the end of our time…