Clean Revenge

Chapter 3 - Pleasing Him

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror. I ran my fingers through my hair and unbuttoned two more buttons on Charlotte’s cleaning uniform, reaching in and readjusting my bra to show as much cleavage as possible. I hiked my dress up slightly, exposing a little extra thigh and headed out to the lounge room. I busied myself cleaning, waiting for Michael to surface for lunch. The 20 minutes seemed like an eternity. I was still being paid to do a job, so I did it. Seducing Michael would be an added bonus. Payback. I heard footsteps coming from the hallway and took one last deep breath before putting my plan into action. Michael headed to the fridge, taking out ingredients to make a sandwich, placing them on the island bench, looking into the lounge room. Here goes. I opened my legs slightly and bent forward, legs straight, ass sticking out. I took my time reeling in the cord of the vacuum cleaner, pressing and releasing the button several times, wanting him to see me. I glanced up at the large screen TV on the wall, I could see his reflection and I watched him step back and readjust his pants, he had noticed. I walked over to where Michael was standing at the bench. “Do you mind it I grab a glass of cold water? I’m so thirsty,” I said, emphasizing that last part. “Of course, please, help yourself.” I shot him a smile and turned to the cupboard, grabbed a glass and opened the freezer door. I stood in there for longer than necessary, pretending not to know where the ice trays where, the ones I had refilled not so long ago. Once my n*****s were sufficiently hard, I emptied the ice cubes into the glass, closed the freezer door and turned back to Michael. “Found them,” I said, holding the glass up between my breasts. Michael stopped eating mid-bite, his eyes peering at my erect n*****s, protruding though the cleaning uniform. He realised he was staring and looked away, returning to his lunch. I turned on the tap to fill my glass and sipped it next to him, allowing him to finish his sandwich. If my plan was successful, he would need his strength.

He finished his sandwich and before he could move, I leaned in, pressing my cleavage against his arm, taking the plate from him. “Let me get that for you, Sir,” I said. “You don’t need to do that. And please, Michael.” His voice was a little shaky now. “Don’t be silly, I want to. I want to make sure you are fully satisfied with my service today.” I smiled at him. I turned, still close enough to be touching him and bent over, brushing my ass against him as I lowered my head. I retrieved the dish-cloth and washing up liquid from under the sink, again taking my time, pretending I couldn’t find them. Michael didn’t make a sound, but I could feel his eyes on me. I stood and turned the tap on, washing up his plate and then placing it on the drying rack. Michael had grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it with filtered water from the fridge. He was next to me at the bench again, we were face to face. I bent down again to return the washing up liquid to the cabinet under the sink. This time I remained facing him and squatted down, spreading my legs slightly. I dropped my knees to the floor so that my face was in line with his crutch, which was now bulging through his sweatpants. I looked up at Michael, knowing that from this angle he could see straight down my dress, and he was looking. I leaned forward slightly, giving him a better view. “Is there anything else I can do for you?” I asked staring up at him. “I’m very thorough and I like to go the extra mile to make my clients happy.” Michael inhaled deeply. “I…um…do you…do you need something from me?” he stammered. “Actually, I’d like to give you something,” I said, inching forward on my knees. His head fell backwards as he ran one hand through his hair. “You look very stressed, maybe I can help to relieve some of your tension?” I said, brushing the front of his pants with my fingers. He looked down at me, watching my every move intensely. I slipped my hands up the inside of his shorts and massaged his c**k over his underwear. He leaned back, resting his elbows on the bench to steady himself. That was my sign. I slid his sweatpants and underwear down to his ankles, setting his c**k free. It was bigger than I expected. It took me by surprise. I wrapped one hand around the base of him and slowly licked his head. Michael let out a low groan, watching as my tongue circled his tip. I opened my mouth and slid his c**k into my mouth. He tasted so good, I moaned in approval and used my other hand to massage his balls. I glided my mouth up and down his erection. “Jesus that feels good,” Michael said. I continued sucking, licking and massaging, staring up at him, watching his reaction. He was watching me, biting his bottom lip. It was turning me on, and I felt myself getting wet. This was hot. He was hot. I was so into it that I had forgotten all about revenge, I really did want to please him. I increased my speed, sucking harder and faster, taking all of him in my mouth. I released him from my mouth for just a second to tell him how good his c**k tasted and that I could suck it all day long. He grabbed the back of my head and pushed his hips forward, getting deeper into my mouth, until I could feel him at the back of my throat. Usually that wasn’t my thing but this, this was something different. “No one has ever sucked my d**k like this. You are amazing, Jenna.” He remembered my name? That turned me on so much and now my panties were saturated. I sucked as hard and fast as I could, I could tell he was getting close. His breathing was getting heavier, and he was panting hard. I kept one hand on his shaft and used the other to undo the remaining buttons on my dress. I released him from my mouth one last time, just in time for him to shoot his warm stickiness all over my chest. His groans were so manly and hot. It made me wish I had gotten to feel him inside me. It was amazing though, his c**k was magnificent. I had never felt that turned on giving head before, even with Peter. Michael leant down and kissed my head. “Thank you, that was the best head I’ve ever had.” “You’re welcome,” I said, truly meaning it. Michael pulled up his sweatpants and headed back to his office. I looked down at my watch, 12:45pm. I moved to the bathroom to clean myself up.