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Accidental Villainy 6
🕑 Added 2023-08-26 04:01:00 +0000 UTCThe next day, I was up but exhausted when Tara arrived sharp, at eight o’clock, her clothing once again conservative and boring.
I was exhausted, as I wasn’t able to sleep because I was awake all night, the first half dedicated to the repairs, the second half designing and redesigning the drinks menu … I knew that it was a useless effort with the location of the bar … but it was my only chance to succeed, and I didn’t want to ignore it.
“First, finish cleaning the kitchen and the office, then come upstairs and wake me up,” I ordered. The moment I put my head down, I managed to sleep … but with her presence downstairs, my dreams were quite interesting.
Then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. “Sir, I finished with downstairs,” she said.
“Good,” I said as I stood up, stretching. “Now, start cleaning.”
“As you wish, sir,” she said and grabbed her cleaning rag.
“What are you doing?” I asked, and she froze. “Who told you that you can wear clothes while cleaning,” I added. “It’s a punishment, and you need to be dressed appropriately.”
She said nothing, and for a moment, I wondered if I pushed too far too fast. But then, she grabbed the hem of her shirt without saying anything, and my excitement was back.
Marvelous.
With a pull, she freed her body from her shirt, revealing a different — yet equally boring — bra. Still, the failure of her conservative bra to contain her cleavage was enough to entertain me as she pushed her pants down, revealing her matching panties. Yet, despite the lack of supporting clothing, the way her back arched as she leaned forward was simply incredible, revealing most of her bare flesh.
“Let me help you with that,” I said as I took a step behind her, but rather than helping to unhook her bra, I pushed her panties down … and she gasped in shock.
“Don’t forget to stand straight,” I reminded her as I pushed the small of her back, the other hand cupping her ass to remind me of the feeling of her ass. That hand stayed on her cheeks, the other climbed up and unhooked her bra.
Leaving her naked.
However, I could read her well enough that it had been fast enough to keep her on the edge. “Now, start working. I’ll go and check downstairs.”
I moved down without waiting for an answer, leaving her alone. I quickly walked around, and realized the place was near perfect. Everything that could be cleaned without a total rebuild had been cleaned … and she even fixed a few of the more obvious problems, showing she wasn’t half-bad when it came to maintenance.
How fascinating, I thought, tempted to keep her even longer despite the risks. “A decision for the future me,” I murmured as I grabbed a chair, and started climbing up.
She needed something to climb to reach the corners.
However, the moment I finished climbing the stairs, I started struggling once more. Tara was on her hands and knees, forcing herself to reach behind the radiator to clean properly. However, she was facing the other way … and considering she was in her birthday suit, the view was simply amazing.
I never thought that I could be happy with the level of dirt filling my room, but as I watched Tara clean, I realized that there was a first time for everything.
Just like that, I made a decision for the future. Cleaning my apartment would be her responsibility … and, as long as we were alone, she would be cleaning the place wearing exactly that, and nothing else … well, not exactly that. Maybe we could spice things up with a fishnet or something more, but the general direction was simply too excellent to be ignored.
Too excellent not to be enjoyed. I placed the chair in the middle of the room. “To help you to reach higher places,” I explained when she looked at me questioningly, and sat on the bed once more, watching her.
At first, I didn’t make any move as I watched her, not willing to risk pushing her too much, no matter how tight my pants were feeling. However, soon I realized she had been paying particularly extended attention to my crotch, so I decided to change things a bit.
Right when she pulled the chair to reach to one of the corners to get rid of the spider webs.
An amazing angle … then she started jumping up slightly to get the last bit, her breasts dancing as she moved, turning it into an incredible strip show. It was too much to resist, so I grabbed my cock over my pants, and started rubbing.
Slow at first, but when I realized her reaction was limited to a gasp and a blush, I decided to get rid of my pants directly, leaving only my boxers, which allowed me to feel more comfortable … and for her to get a better view of it.
Then, it was time for her to move the chair to the next location. I expected her to move far away from me, but, much to my surprise, she moved closer.
For such a shy woman, she could be surprisingly horny. Fascinating.
Still, as much as I wanted to say something, I held my lips shut. I could sense that she was already at her limit, and she needed to get used to it. The way I played with myself slowly while she did her best to look like a star attraction at a strip club had to be enough while I waited.
She didn’t exactly strut around the room as she cleaned, so I decided to mix things up a bit. “Remember what I taught you about walking. Practice them while cleaning,” I ordered.
Which, once again, worked wonders. Her hips started to move far more vigorously as she moved the chair once more, almost like she was moving in rhythm to the beat, her hips swaying to the beat of a song that didn’t exist.
She bent forward slowly as she stepped on the chair once more, this time just a couple feet away from me, giving me an even better angle for me to enjoy her naked wetness.
She didn’t smile as she raised her hands over her head, but her expression was inevitably sexy as she did her best to hide her arousal … and failing greatly. She turned slightly, and her breasts became fully exposed to me.
I started rubbing mine with a bigger fervor … her gaze slipped toward me, and she lost her balance for a moment. She didn’t fall, but that wasn’t needed. Since she was already in the mood, I decided to push for more.
“You clumsy thing. You almost fell on top of me,” I said, deliberately sharp as I jumped up to my feet. She shivered under my anger, clearly enjoying.
“I’m sorry, sir,” she answered, this time, her voice actually throaty.
“It seems that as your boss, I can’t rest while you work. Not without you ruining everything,” I said, entertained by just how much she enjoyed my sharp words sexually.
Without even asking for her permission, I grabbed her thighs to ‘stabilize’ her. “Now, clean,” I ordered.
She did so, unable to resist the order. She tiptoed on the chair, her legs parting slightly, giving me a show that could only be called as excellent. As she rose and went down, her tits swayed softly, driving me crazy.
Well, crazier.
When it was time to step down, I grabbed her waist, and lowered her myself despite the absolute lack of need, but she said nothing. Realizing it was time to push some more, I brought pulled her against my body until her ass rubbed against my chest first, then slowly lowered, our bodies rubbing together.
And, when she landed, my shaft was comfortably buried between her cheeks. She shivered, but as my hand stayed around her belly, she made no move. I let my hands dance on her belly for a while, enjoying their smoothness, and then one of them climbed up. “It must be hard to walk around with them without a bra. Let me massage them.” I said, but I wasn’t asking for permission.
If I were, I would have waited to finish my words before I cupped them aggressively, squeezing. “Move your hips,” I ordered, feeling it was time to push. “No need to stop working on your walk.”
It was absurd. I knew it, and she knew it. But that paper-thin excuse was all she needed for her hips to start moving despite my shaft buried in between, my old boxers a poor insulator.
For a moment, my second hand joined the first as I mauled her breasts, and she danced. Her hips moved perfectly at first, but soon, her movements started to get choppier as the arousal started to build up.
I had been planning to start dipping down to test just how aroused she was, but her body decided to show it more directly. Suddenly, with the slightest of warnings, she started trembling as a sudden orgasm hit, her wetness flooding down … drenching my boxers in the process.
“You clumsy girl,” I said as I spanked her ass hard without a warning, which made her moan desperately, followed by a whimper as I took a step back and sat down on the chair, kicking off my boxers in the process. “Look at the mess you have made,” I said as I pointed at my shaft, and she shivered.
“S-sir,” she stammered, her arousal growing incredibly quickly as she looked down … telling me that I wasn't the only one with interesting dreams.
“On your knees,” I ordered.
And, she fell on her knees.
