House Call

Normally I don’t make house calls, at least not for my main job. We service corporate clients, not individuals, and so office visits are more my thing. Nancy called just before closing yesterday afternoon and asked for someone to come out in the morning and help her rearrange her computers. Nancy is a small time accountant who works out of her home. She knows almost nothing about computers outside of using her email and the accounting software she uses. Moving her computers around is not something we would regularly do, but if she’s willing to pay for the time then so be it.

I headed to her office and arrived at a quarter past eight. I was expecting it to be pretty quick. My supervisor had been there a year earlier and said she had only a couple of computers and a couple of printers. It shouldn’t take long at all. Nancy keeps her work in an attached  garage that had been converted to an office. I walked around the side of the house and knocked on the door to the office.

There was no response, so I tried again, a little louder this time. I started to pull out my phone to call the office when I heard the dead-bolt turning. I stuffed the phone back into my pocket and stood there smiling.

The door cracked open, a chain keeping it from opening all the way. “Yes?”

“Hi Nancy, it’s Eric. I’m here to help with your computers.”

“Oh yes! I’m sorry Eric, I had forgotten. Just a second,” she said before shutting the door.  I could hear the chain moving then the door opened again, this time fully. “I’m sorry about that. Your visit had slipped my mind. Old age you know.”

I knew Nancy was old. I had talked to her on the phone often enough, but she was way older than I had expected, easily in her late seventies or early eighties. “Its no problem Nancy. If you want to point me in the right direction I’ll get things moving for you.”

“Oh I don’t know about any of that,” she said as she walked back toward her living space. “My grand daughter is the one who is rearranging everything. I’ll get her up and she’ll be in to help you. I have a doctor’s appointment. You just wait here and she’ll be right with you.”

“Okay.” Nancy walked into the house and shut the door behind her. I looked around the office and grimaced. It didn’t look like anything had been prepared for a move. I really hoped I wasn’t going to be spending my time moving desks and file cabinets around the room. I would do it, but I hadn’t planned for it so it would screw up my entire schedule.

It was about that time that the door opened back up and the outlook for the morning did a complete one-eighty. A beautiful little woman walked into the office and shut the door behind her. She had long blonde hair that was a little wild and wore black rimmed glasses that only amplified her beauty. She wore a pale green, kimono-like robe that hugged her body and no shoes. “Good morning,” she said around a yawn. “You must be Eric. Sorry I’m not more presentable, but it was a late night.”

“You look just fine,” I said, and I meant every word of it. I could imagine her all dolled up for a night out, knocking them all dead, but something about this ruffled look had me aching.

“Well I appreciate you coming over. Did Grandma tell you what we needed to do?”

“All she said was that we were moving some computers around.” I looked about the office, trying not to stare at her. “Honestly I’m having a hard time understanding where they are supposed to be moved to.”

She laughed and stepped a little closer. “No, I just need help moving some files around. Grandma is getting a little forgetful, so I’m stepping in to help while I’m finishing college. I’m going to use my laptop rather than one of the dinosaurs here, but I need the files transferred to it first.”

“Oh,” I said with a sigh of relief, “I can definitely do that for you.”

“Excellent.” She looked back up the hall before speaking. “Grandma made some coffee before she left. Why don’t you come inside and have a cup with me before we get started.”

I started to say I could start while she got her coffee, but she shifted a little and her robe opened enough to expose some of her cleavage. I looked and imagined how nice her tits would be out in the open, catching myself just a moment too late. I looked back at her face and she smiled, pleased at having caught me looking. “Sounds great,” I said.

“Cool. My names is Jenna. Let’s get some coffee, Eric.” She turned and walked into the house. I followed close behind, enjoying the sight of her ass shifting beneath the satin fabric. She led me to the kitchen and pulled out a chair for me at the table. “Cream and sugar?”

“Yes, please,” I answered. She pulled down a pair of coffee cups, which she had to stand on her toes to reach, and filled them most of the way with the steaming hot brew. I watched her open the refrigerator door and bend over at the waste before grabbing the milk. There is little doubt that the move was intended to catch my eye, and it certainly did so. She poured the milk into our cups and spooned some sugar into each of them. She stirred the coffee and brought the spoon to her mouth and sucked it clean. I have never been so jealous of a spoon in my life.

She sat next to me at the table after handing me my coffee. We chatted about school, her grandmother, work, on and on. The further along the conversation got the more her robe opened up, both above and below the belt. It wasn’t long before I was struggling to maintain my composure before her visual assault. We finished our coffee and Jenna stood. She stepped close to me, not bothering to cover herself with the robe. She reached for my empty cup, bending over as she did so, giving me a clear view at her perfect tits and her silver dollar nipples. “Well I suppose it’s time to get to work huh?”

I couldn’t help myself. I reach my hand out and circled her waist with my arms. I pulled her toward me, but she resisted. She pushed my hands away and stood up straight. “Now, now, we have work to do. Why don’t you go wait in the office.  I’ll be right there with my laptop.” She placed our cups in the sink and headed down the hall.

I sat there in confusion. There was no way she had been showing her body by accident, but she rebuffed me the moment I reached for her. I shook my head and headed to the office. I fired up the desktop, sat in the chair and waited for the young woman to make her appearance.

Jenna walked into the office, still wearing her robe, which had been straightened out and covered her body once more. “Here’s the laptop,” she said as she handed it to me. “Hold on a second and I’ll plug in the power.” She got down on all fours and reached for the power strip at the back of the desk. Seeing her in such a position immediately brought my cock back to full attention. She stood back up, placing her hand on my knee for support. “There we go. Now, if you’ll just copy the client files to the laptop that would be perfect.” She turned and walked back out of the office, leaving me there, turned on to the point of discomfort, staring at the screen of a six year old computer.

I did the work and managed to get it all transferred just before she returned. More than an hour had passed since she had walked out, yet she was still wearing the same little satin robe. She came over to me, put her hands on my shoulders and leaned over. The feel of her hair on my neck and cheek was only diminished by the smell of her fingers. The spicy sweet scent of her womanhood on them was unmistakable. She started talking, but I don’t know what she said, I was to distracted by the image of her sitting on her bed, cramming her fingers into her pussy. I was hard once again, and with her so close there was nothing I could do to hide it.

Suddenly her words broke through the fog of my desire. “Do you think we could take a look at it while you’re here?”

“Um, sure,” I managed.

“Good.” She walked around and sat on one of my legs, straddling it comfortably. “I hope this is okay. It was getting a little uncomfortable standing back there.”

“This is fine, as long as you’re comfortable.”

“Yes, very thank you.” She started going through the folders on her laptop until she found what she was looking for. I was very aware of the heat of her pussy through the leg of my slacks. My cock was straining against the same fabric, less than an inch from the curve of her ass. “Here, now tell me if you think I need to replace the video card or not.”

A video popped up on the desktop. The window was small until Jenna made it full screen and I was presented with porn. There was an incredible video of a little blonde woman sucking on some faceless guy’s cock.

“See, I think the resolution should be better, not as blurry around the edges,” Jenna said. She started grinding her pussy against my thigh in time with the woman on the screen as she bobbed up and down.

“I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep the strain from my voice, “I think it looks pretty good. Its not DVD quality, but that might be the quality of the video, not anything with your video card.”

“Could be. I wished it looked like it was in the room with us.” She slid up my thigh until her gyrations had my cockhead bumping into her ass through my pants. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “it seems like you like the video just the way it is.” She slid back further and slid her pussy over my length, leaving a wet trail on the fabric.

I put my hands on her hips and guided her movements, enjoying it, but wanting more. I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I stood her up, turned her around and removed the belt that held her robe in place. It fell to the floor in a pale green pool and I was pleased to see her naked before me.  Her tits were perfect and her pussy was completely shaven except for a small tuft of hair just above her slit. I stood and kissed her hard, my tongue spearing into her mouth to wrestle with hers. She moaned and pressed her body against mine, her hands fumbling at my belt. I reached between her legs and slid a thick finger into her tight little pussy, almost lifting her off the ground as I finger fucked her.

She broke our kiss and started gasping for air. I kissed her neck and grabbed her ass with my free hand while I fucked her with my digit. “Oh God I’m cumming!” she cried out just before  her cum cascaded onto my hand. I sat her on the edge of the desk and  got on my knees. I licked  and sucked on her clit clit while I added another finger inside her. Her hands were on my head and she was crying out as another orgasm followed the first, and then a third and a fourth. She was begging for me to stop, pleading for a break, but the hours of teasing had put me in an unforgiving mood.

I stood and  let her off the desk, but refused to stop sliding my fingers in and out of her tasty little cunt. “Take off my pants little slut. You have work to do,” I growled. She panted and moaned as she struggled with my clothes, but eventually she had my pants and boxers in a pile around my ankles.  I sat down and moved her to the side, never removing my probing fingers from inside her. I used my free hand to guide her head down to mine. I gently bit her earlobe and whispered, “I know you’ve been wanting my cock all morning. Well now is your chance. Show me how much you want it.”

She bent over at the waste and slowly licked the head before she took it between her lips. I removed my hand so that I could reach around behind her. I slipped my fingers back inside her pussy and rubbed my thumb over her sphincter. Slowly she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth until I felt the tip pressing against the back of her throat. “Oh yes, my little slut,” I said as she started bobbing up and down the entire length of my shaft. “You are such a good little cock sucker aren’t you?” Faster and faster she went, the more I taunted her the more she tried to please me.

I felt the end coming, and as much as I wanted to cum in her mouth, I wanted her pussy more. I pulled her off my cock by her hair and brought her lips to mine. We kissed and I tasted my pre-cum on her tongue. I shifted her so that she was between my legs, her back to mine. Without ceremony I slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy. Despite all of the stretching from my fingers she was incredibly tight, a velvet tunnel that could barely accommodate my thick cock. She cried out as the last if it disappeared inside her. Reached around and fingered her clit with one hand while I grabbed a tit with the other.  “Fuck me, my little slut. Fuck me hard. Make me cum inside that pretty little pussy of yours.”

She ground her hips and  did her best to rise up on weakened knees before slamming back down. Over and over she managed it, crying out with each thrust, but eventually the strain was too much and she could rise no more. I growled and stood before bending her over the desk. I grabbed her hips and  fucked her hard, merciless in my desire to fill her with cum. Her body was wracked with orgasm after orgasm, tears streamed down her face as she begged, “please master, use me. Cum in your little whore.”

I cried out and exploded inside her. Each thrust added another stream of cum, filling her to capacity. The white sticky fluid flowed out of her cunt and down her legs. I pulled out of her and sat back in the chair. She knelt in the pool of our cum and slowly licked at my member until it was completely clean. I picked her up and carried her back to her room and laid her in her bed. I kissed her tear stained cheeks and whispered, “I will clean up the mess and lock up on my way out. Call again if you need any more help.” I did as I said and made my way back to the office, pleased with my morning’s work.

 

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