Quickie Sex 2: The Cleaner - Men's Perspective by Knight

Author:Knight [KNIGHT]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Urban, United States, African American, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Amazon: B00GL95EHS
Publisher: LION PUBLISHING LIMITED
Published: 2013-11-27T05:00:00+00:00

Preview of The Cleaner (women’s perspective)

I’m so stressed right now, always working late, putting up with sexist senior managers and being made to look like a dyke because I want suck their dicks. Then there’s the arrogant bastards that look the part, all gymed out, fresh cologne and Harvard degrees, but an attitude that says I can take and fuck you when I wish. So here I am in my 30’s paying for it from professionals. Men who know what they are doing, but all fit the same type. White, tall, well built, blue eyed Americans, they type you see in GQ or a Ralph Lauren advert. They are functional but no fun. I want something different, but the agency I use has limited stock.

I want someone like the cleaner. He’s African American, six-one, broad shoulders and I know he’s got a degree in some kind of socio-economics or something. He sulks around all moody, constantly in a rage about emptying the trash and cleaning floors. I’ve seen his pants bulge when a couple of the secretaries brush past him for fun; the talk is he’s huge down there.

I leave the escort page open on my computer and make sure my office is a total mess, so he’ll have to spend more time cleaning it up. I go to the en-suite officer shower room and soap myself up, the hot rainforest pulse working over my toned body. I’ve been in the gym hard for weeks, my but is firm, and I deserve good sex. I cup my breasts as the water falls on them, my nipples getting hard thinking about is long black mamba biting my pussy. Shit, I rub my clitoris thinking about the taste of his cock in my mouth. I hear things being moved in my office, he’s here, not realising I’m going to give him some seriously sweet executive level pussy. I towel off and wrap myself in the smallest towel I can find. I step out of the shower room and am bemused, he seems to have run away, and I see feet sticking out from under my desk.

“hello.” I say in his direction.

“Sorry.” He says.

“Are you from the agency?”

“Agency?”

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