A Special Cleaning Service

One summer in college, sick of selling frozen yogurt at the mall, I decided to venture out on my own and start a cleaning business. There was a wealthier neighborhood a short bike ride away from campus, and I knew that if I could just get a few well-paying clients, I wouldn't have to work nearly as many hours. Fortunately, within the first couple weeks of posting ads on Facebook and in the local coffee shops, I was starting to get some phone calls with requests for cleaning, and was soon heading out for my first gig.

The only thing I thought was a little odd was that this man who called said he only wanted the master bathroom cleaned... yet he was willing to pay for my full two hour minimum service. I figured that meant either his bathroom was super disgusting or he just hated cleaning his bathroom. I couldn't help but hope it was the latter.

Either way, that hot Sunday morning I put on my jean shorts and a tank top and rode out to the house with a backpack full of cleaning supplies. Besides the fact that I was a dirt-poor college student, and couldn't afford a car, I liked that riding my bike everywhere kept my petite frame in lean shape and I got a free tan while I rode.

The man who answered the door had a well-groomed beard and full head of grey hair, although he looked like he couldn't have been over 50 years old. I was startled to see he was wearing only a bathrobe and slippers, but since it was just after 10 am I figured he was probably a late riser and hadn't had time to get ready. He smiled warmly at me, introduced himself as Cole, and ushered me into the house.

He showed me through his very tidy house to the master bathroom toward the back. I wondered at how someone who clearly managed to keep their entire large house so clean could need just a service for the bathroom. But if that was really all he needed and I got to keep a larger paycheck, who was I to complain?

Fitting for such a nice house, the bathroom was, admittedly, massive. With a huge jacuzzi tub, a spacious walk-in shower, tile floor, and a double sink, not to mention not one, but two small toilet rooms on either end, I could see how a job like this could take close to two hours. The bathroom was not really dirty, however, but I was not about to talk myself out of a gig.

I set my backpack down and began to pull cleaning items out to set on the countertop. As I did, Cole pulled out a stool from under the vanity countertop and sat, one leg crossed over the other, watching me. Was he going to do that the whole time? I really hoped not.

Since it was my first cleaning job and I hadn't been prepared to handle telling a client not to watch me, I simply smiled and moved to spray glass cleaner on the mirrors.

"Elle, could you actually start with the tub?" Cole said, simply.

I paused and looked at him, the spray bottle hovering in my left hand. Not knowing what else to do, I finally nodded and took my sponge and cleaning spray over to the jacuzzi. I started to spray down the tub, having to bend over and lean on the tub with one hand to get the far edges of it. I then had to get on my knees to begin scrubbing the closer sides of the tub with the sponge.

As I was doing this, I felt his eyes on me. I glanced back over my shoulder, peering through my long blonde hair, trying to be subtle. Cole was leaning back against the countertop, sitting with one leg resting across the other, revealing muscular legs and very likely nothing underneath the robe. His head was cocked slightly to the side as if in consideration.

My stomach did a little flip. I had not expected this cleaning business to be a spectator sport, and it felt odd, yet somehow not predatory.

"You're doing well, so far, Elle." Was all he said, seeing me look back.

I spent the next five minutes cleaning the tub, before Cole directed me to start on the floors. As I got on all fours to scrub the grout on the tile around the tub, I started to wonder if I was seeing a trend... or if I was just imagining things.

Nope. Definitely not imagining things. I looked over to see Cole staring directly at my ass.

"Um, hey - excuse me. What are you doing?"

Cole smiled down at me comfortably, apparently not put off at being caught in the least. "It is a beautiful view. I am admiring it."

"I didn't come here to be admired, I came here to clean your bathroom."

"Why not have a little of both?" He said with a small chuckle. "Truthfully, I wanted to have you come here without any further expectations just to see if you would do it for me... and I think you will."

Thinking back, hearing a sentence like that normally would have had me running right out the front door. Something about the way he said it, though, gave me more of a thrill, and kept me in place, perhaps partly out of curiosity and partly out of pure shock.

What did he mean, do it for him? My mouth popped open as I searched for some response to this.

Before I could sputter any kind of reply, he leaned forward and said, unwaveringly, "I have a kink of watching hot young women clean, and my last girl has recently moved away. I am looking to fill that vacancy and I pay very handsomely for this privilege."

I stared at him, still unable to find words. I was now sitting up on my heels, sponge and spray bottle still clutched in my hands.

He told me the dollar amount he would give for one cleaning session, his way. My jaw dropped. That would have covered two weeks of working at the yogurt shop full time. Easily several times what I was asking for a house cleaning currently. Still... I couldn't help but wonder what exactly it was he wanted.

"The shocked look on your face is adorable. Look, I have an outfit for you and I think you will fit it perfectly. I had gotten it new for my last girl but she told me she was moving right after I ordered it. Let's see what you think and then you can tell me if you're interested?"

At this point, I'll admit, I was too curious to say no. He was still giving me every opportunity to walk away from the offer, so I decided to entertain the idea a little longer.

Minutes later, I stood in front of a tall mirror. It was not exactly the french maid getup that had popped into my mind, but the outfit was short, maroon, and lacy, complete with straps and bows. It came with long white socks clipped by a silk ribbon to the bottom of the very short skirt. I saw that more than just fitting well, it really did accentuate my round ass and push up my smaller boobs to look much more voluptuous.

"That's perfect, even better than I imagined," he said, quietly, looking over my shoulder at me in the mirror. "If you start today, I'll even provide you with an extra bonus."

I looked back at him, wondering what I would have to do, but how I could possibly say no.

He must have felt that I wanted to say yes, because he was prepared. He took out a wad of cash and counted it, in hundreds, placing each one into my hand as he went. When he was done, I didn't think I had ever held that much cash in my hands in my young life.

I felt a thrill going through my body. It must have been the adrenaline rush, but I didn't stop to question any further and decided to let go and see what he wanted me to do. Perhaps I was just being young and dumb at the time, but I really wanted to see what would happen now.

We walked back to the bathroom and he began directing me what to clean and occasionally how he would like me positioned while I did so. I did as I was told, feeling strange but also somehow excited about it now. The new outfit made me feel sexy, and I could tell that what I was doing was turning him on... which, to be honest, started to turn me on as well.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that my new client was slowly rubbing himself over his robe. I surprised myself by automatically responding to this by shifting to push my ass further up in the air as I polished the silver drawer handles under the sink.

Polishing the drawer handles seemed a superfluous act, although that was what it all was. An act. I could see it now; he didn't need anything cleaned, and if he did it wouldn't truly have been cleaned by the time I was done. The man wanted to place me in different positions, like a model, taking snapshots with his mind and getting off on it. I never stayed in one position long enough to thoroughly clean anything... but now I had a new objective.

I was starting to get into this role, not something I had ever done before and never expected to do, but here I was, bending and posing for this man as I cleaned his bathroom. I noticed that I was getting more excited as I could see the responses I was getting from him. Finally, I noticed from the reflection in the mirror that he had reached under his robe to stroke himself.

Unable to help myself, I turned my gaze directly toward him.

"Are you alright with this?" he asked with a slight smile.

I nodded.

Cole parted his robe with one hand, and with the other, pulled out a very erect cock, quite large by my current college girl experience, and began to stroke it slowly while I looked on.

"Would you clean the sink faucet for me, Elle?"

I smiled and gave a small curtsy. I wanted to be cute and also to comply. Besides, I thought I knew what to do with this request. I took a cleaning rag and a spray bottle out. Ensuring the long and protruding silver faucet was first dripping with cleaning fluids, I then took the rag and began to clean it carefully from end to end. I gripped the sink with the rag wrapped around it, making corkscrew motions as I went, thoroughly polishing every bit of the shining metal.

As I went, I heard a sigh escape his lips. His eyes were glued to my hands, while one of his stroked his own protrusion as slowly as I cleaned the faucet.

"You clean that so well, Elle. I wonder, could you clean me like that?"

I had wondered if a request like this would come, and what I would do if it did. Now I found myself eager... but not wanting to seem so. The fact that it was growing wetter between my legs was a secret I wanted to keep to myself, but that was also not a fact that I was presently obligated to divulge.

I walked shyly over to him and asked how he would like to be cleaned.

Still seated on his vanity stool, my host reached into a drawer nearby and handed me a bottle of lube. It had a strawberry on the label.

"You can clean me with this, please. Do it just like you did to the faucet. I want to be well polished."

I nodded and knelt softly between his legs, his robe now fully open to the sides, so I could see his body. He looked like he must have been a cyclist or a swimmer, with tan lines and a taut and muscular form. I put some lube onto one of my hands and set the bottle on the floor. This was pretty far out of my normal comfort zone, but I also couldn't help but want to see how his gorgeous cock felt in my hands.

His cock was hard enough that it really did remind me, in a way, of the faucet. Very firm, and thick for one hand to wrap around. However, the skin was as soft as velvet. My heart rate climbed as I focused on making corkscrews up and down the slick cock with one hand, then with two. I felt heat rising between my legs, thinking about how naughty I was to be performing this service for a customer.

I glanced up to see Cole gripping the edge of his stool and looking down at me. He was breathing heavily with a slight part in his mouth, and looked enraptured by the sight of me "cleaning" his erection.

"Am I doing a good job, sir?" I asked. Who am I, and what have I done with my normal shy self? I thought. I was incredulous at such words springing so freely from my mouth, and without my brain's explicit consent.

"A very good job, young lady." Cole purred down at me.

At such encouragement, I rose up on my knees and brought my face toward the pulsing cock. I didn't need to be asked, I wanted to do more. His tip slid easily between my lips, and as I pushed my mouth and tongue down upon it, I tasted strawberries. Ah, that's what the label was about.

I heard Cole's sharp intake of breath, but he said nothing. With a peek up at him, I saw that his eyes were closed and head tilted backward. I focused back on my task at hand.

Pretending to be cleaning him with my mouth and tongue, I took my time to lick and suck him thoroughly, taking it inch by inch. My hands wandered as I did, one holding the base of his cock, the other roving from inner thigh, to balls, to perenium, to shaft.

His breath was short and I felt his hand and leg muscles tensing and relaxing at intervals. I believe the lack of consistency of my motions and my slow pace was edging him, keeping him on the brink of orgasm but never quite allowing it to happen.

"You have built up quite a pressure inside me, Elle. I think it needs some releasing now." He said, softly, but firmly.

I stopped sucking and looked up, waiting for direction.

"Stay where you are, I'd like you to resume your cleaning motion." Cole stood up, his cock twitching just above my face.

As he asked, I placed both hands on his cock and made opposing corkscrew motions from base to tip. The pace was steady and consistent... I could tell he was wanting to unload, and from the looks of it, somewhere on my body.

Cole must have lasted about three minutes of this before he started to cum. Hot spurts of it hit me in the mouth, the neck, and the chest, the height decreasing as the volume and pressure inside him decreased. His right hand flew out to steady himself on the sink countertop. It must have made him a little light headed, I thought to myself with some amount of pride.

When the stream of hot cum finally stopped, the man looked down at me with a sly smile on his bearded face. His breath was slowing but he still clutched the marble counter as if weak in the knees. The smile broadened into a grin. "I knew you were the right one for the job as soon as you came in. You are a very good cleaning lady." Cole held out his hand and helped me to stand. I was aware of the cum all over my face and breasts. "Now, my cleaning lady, I would like to see you clean yourself off."

He showed me to his shower and, once the hot water was running, told me to step in and wash myself off. It seemed he wanted to watch one more little act. This, he did, through the glass shower door. He wanted my hair to get wet and watched me massage body wash all over myself to clean off his sexual fluids.

It appeared he was starting to get hard again, unbelievably, after what had appeared to be a massive orgasm, and I wondered if he had further ideas for today in mind. However, when I finally stepped out of the shower, he simply handed me a towel and thanked me for my time.

After I had gotten dressed in my original clothes, and he put his robe back on, Cole walked me to the front door.

"This was a pleasure." He said, with a professional sort of nod. "I hope you'll come back next week around the same time for another cleaning?"

"I believe I can do that." I said with a smile.

I would be back to his house the following week, but in the meantime... I would be lying if I said my bike ride home that day was not a little wetter than usual.