Close Encounters of the Cleaner Kind

I'm a bachelor and rather messy with it. For this reason, I hired a woman to come in every weekday to clean and tidy up after me. Her name was Mota, I think she was Polish. She proved to be a very good and honest worker and so I had no qualms about her having access to my house when I wasn’t there in order to work. Besides, I really enjoyed coming home to a neat and tidy pad.

I'm an estate agent by trade and one fateful day at work, I discovered I'd left my phone charger at home. Since there was no way my phone could make it through a busy working day without a recharge, I took the opportunity of a gap in my appointment schedule to pop home to collect the charger. I knew Mota was there as soon as I entered my house because the alarm was switched off. I could also hear the unmistakable sound of my kitchen floor being swept, mopped or something. In case Mota hadn't heard me arrive and to avoided her being unpleasantly surprised on coming upon me unexpectedly, I popped my head around the kitchen door to say hi.

But I didn’t say it because the vision that greeted me struck me dumb. There was Mota, humming a little tune to herself as she swept away, stark naked. She was standing sideways on to me and so didn’t see me at first but boy, were my eyes full of her. I guess at that time, I was the kind of ambitious guy who tended to live for his work and so had very little time for a social life. Consequently, the only sex life I had was my not infrequent indulgences in what porn I could Google up on my laptop. Thus, the sight of a full sized, living, breathing, naked woman in my kitchen had the effect of rooting me to the spot. There she was, brushing away prior to mopping up the spilt milk, the coffee stains and dried semen splashes from that bit of floor nearest the sink. The only part of me astir at that moment was my penis which was showing a marked interest in what my eyes were seeing. What they were seeing was lots of smooth pinkish white female flesh in action. Mota wasn’t particularly pretty, but she had an allover smooth and clear complexion that radiated femininity. Just then, she was positively aglow with it and I, like a moth, felt irresistibly attracted to her gleeming feminine form. The way Mota moved had me spellbound. She was lithe, supple and amazingly graceful. She didn’t so much shift from one position to another as flow. Everything about her was in easy motion, expecially her pendulous breasts that seemed to have a mind of their own when it came to deciding which way they should be travelling in....and when.

In retrospect, I suppose I could and maybe should have just recovered my phone charger from the bedroom, silently slipped from the house and left Mota to complete her chores quite unaware and unmolested. However, the thing is, my sex drive in those days was rather like an avalanche in that, once moving, there was no stopping it until all of it's potent energy had been released. In other words, once aroused, I had to cum; I couldn't help it. Already, a familiar tingling fire in my loins was spreading throughout my entire body and so I was soon frantically fumbling with my flies in order to attain some measure of comfort and also save on the laundry.

It was this frenzied activity that attracted Mota's attention and she was suddenly confronted with the sight of her wide eyed employer ogling her with his exposed and fully erect cock in his hand. Blushing pink from head to toe and with a sharp intake of breath, Mota dropped her brush, placed one arm across her bosom to hide her nipples and placed her other hand over her vulva. Suddenly, the entire kitchen was echoing to an explosion of words from my very shocked and embarrassed cleaner.......

"Oh mister Brian, I so so sorry. Never meant for you find me like this. Kitchen warm, got me sweating so took off clothes to work more comfy." At this point, she focused all her attention on my engorged penis which was nodding approvingly in her direction.

"Oh no. My nakedness arouse you. Shit! I'm so sorry. Is so wrong you see my nude body, shouldn’t happen, but all my fault. Am shamed and embarrassed. Please, let me find clothes....."

I guess it was her willingness to take all the blame for the situation as it then was that planted the thought in my head that she might, with a little persuading, be willing to take full responsibility for anything I might do in consequence of her current embarrassment. This emboldened me to step forward towards her saying "yes Mota, this shouldn’t have happened. You knew you were working in a man's home and therefore there was a remote possibility that he'd find you in this state. For the sake of a little comfort, you took a risk, took your clothes off and now look what's happened. As you see, your full bodied nakedness has very much aroused me, putting me in need of urgent sexual relief. Do you know what I mean by this?"

Mota's gaze never left my pulsing phallus as she licked her pleasantly plump lips before replying, "Yes, but am married woman and have two children. Faithful, am loyal to husband. Not prostitute so please not to touch. You touch me with cock, you make me adultress. I lose husband and kiddies in divorce if husband find out"

Hm! She was putting up a strong argument here and yet she was merely asking me not to touch her, not ordering, not demanding as was her right. Her initual reaction was that of an employee who's employer had unexpectedly asked to perform a very different form of service from the one she was originally hired to do. It occurred to me that we were now entering upon a very delicate negotiation here and the thing about negotiations is that the vast majority of them tend to centre around money. Therefore, before I said another word, I reached for my wallet and placed a goodly wad of banknotes on the kitchen table. Only then did I say, "that's your bonus for services as yet unrendered Mota, if you want it."

There must have been the equivalent of three month's wages for a cleaner on that table. Her eyes widened as she gazed upon such suddenly accessible wealth. This encouraged me to speak further. "Your husband need never know. You can use the money to treat yourself or your family. Buy little treats to make life easier for everyone. Isn’t that an alternative way of being a loyal wife and mother? Providing for what they need? This need not be the only time either. I have money enough to pay you such bonuses regularly and I assure you you'll find me a most gentle and generous....er...... lover."

Her silence was at that point was eloquent. Indeed, it was the most thrilling sound I'd ever heard because it meant She was actually thinking my proposition over. Encouraged, I pressed on with it. "Of course, prostitutes sell their bodies to many people but I'm not many people, I'm just me, asking if you'll let me be your lover, for money. I promise I'll respect and look after you. I'm not asking you to become a common whore, I'm inviting you to become my much treasured concubine, my...er... substitute wife."

"You want make fuck with me and give money?"

"Every time."

She wasn’t screaming or shouting. She wasn’t desperately looking for an escape route. Instead, her shining dark eyes were flitting between the money on the table and my throbbing cock, now crowned with a glistening blob of precum. I took another step towards her and her protecting hands fell limply to her sides. "You do very naughty thing with me and then pay me? I understand. You hire and use me as pretend wife, but not hurt me and we not make babies, okay?"

Wow! Two shocks to the system delivered in under ten seconds. Suddenly, my life was changed. Yes, Mota would let me have my wicked way with her for money. No, she didn’t want me getting her pregnant. The first half of her statement had me tingling all over with lustful excitement. So did the second half. The thought of ever having children had never entered my head ever. Now though, the thought of making another man's wife pregnant was suddenly the most excitingly erotic thing I could imaging and I immediately made it my ultimate ambition to get this alluringly feminine and by now thoroughly seduced woman inseminated. It would somehow make her more mine. Thoughts of what devastation my evil intentions might have on Mota and her family never entered my head. She was there for the taking and I now had her permission to take her.

If there was any nervousness showing on her face, I missed it. My eyes were firmly fixed on Mota's delta of Venus as I mumbled "Right. No babies. Got it." Her stance seemed to relax a little when I said this. It's just as well she couldn't see my fingers tightly crossed behind my back because I'd been brought up to believe that lies told with fingers crossed don't count.