Secret Encounters: The Cleaning Guy and the Busty Granny
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In the quiet, affluent neighborhood of Maplewood, there lived a renowned businessman, Mr. Hartley, and his wife, a busty, curvaceous woman named Margaret, who was far from the stereotypical granny. At 52, she maintained a youthful glow, with her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes. Their home was a grand Victorian mansion, meticulously cared for by their long-time cleaning service.
One day, a new cleaning guy named Lucas arrived. He was a tall, lean African-American man of 24, with short-cropped black hair and warm brown eyes. He was immediately struck by Margaret's beauty and her playful nature.
Their first encounter was when Lucas was dusting the living room. Margaret, dressed in a low-cut blouse, sauntered in, humming a tune. She noticed Lucas and flashed him a coy smile. "New face around here?" she asked, her voice husky.
"Yes, ma'am. I'm Lucas. Just started today," he replied, his eyes flickering over her ample cleavage.
"Well, Lucas, I'm Margaret. Welcome to our little corner of the world," she purred, extending a hand. As they shook hands, she held his gaze a moment longer than necessary.
Their conversations grew more flirtatious over the following weeks. One day, as Lucas was vacuuming the upstairs hallway, Margaret appeared, her hair loose and wild. "You know, Lucas, this house can get so lonely. Sometimes I wish I had someone to... keep me company," she said, her eyes smoldering.
Lucas felt a jolt of desire. "I could keep you company, Margaret," he said, his voice low. "But I think you know that's not what I'm here for."
"Oh, darling, rules are meant to be broken," she whispered, stepping closer. She reached out, tracing his jaw with her fingertips. "What do you think about that, Lucas?"
He caught her hand, his thumb brushing her wrist. "I think you're playing with fire, Margaret."
She laughed, a sultry sound. "Maybe I like the heat."
Their dance of seduction continued until one evening, Margaret found Lucas in the library, organizing books. She closed the door behind her, locking it with a soft click. "Lucas, I think it's time we both admitted what we really want," she said, her voice laced with desire.
He turned to face her, his eyes dark with want. "What do you want, Margaret?"
She walked towards him, her hips swaying. "I want you to fuck me, Lucas. I want to feel your cock deep inside me."
He caught her by the waist, his hands spanning her ample curves. "And what makes you think I'll say no?"
She smiled, her hands going to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly. "Because you're a gentleman, Lucas."
He chuckled, his hands moving to her blouse, unbuttoning it with deliberate slowness. "Maybe I just needed the right incentive."
Their clothes fell away in a flurry of need, their kisses growing more urgent. Margaret led him to the plush reading chair, straddling him as he sat down. She ground against him, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "I want to feel you inside me, Lucas. Everywhere."
He groaned, his hands cupping her breasts. "Everywhere, huh? That's a tall order."
She grinned, her fingers going to his belt. "I like a challenge."
He stood, lifting her with him, and carried her to the nearby desk. He laid her down, his hands exploring her curves, his mouth feasting on her breasts. She arched against him, her moans filling the room.
He moved down, his tongue tracing a path from her navel to her thighs. She spread her legs wide, her pussy already glistening with desire. He licked her slowly, his tongue circling her clit before dipping inside her. She cried out, her hips bucking against his face.
"Yes, Lucas. Right there," she panted, her hands fisting his hair.
He sucked and licked, his fingers joining in, until she was writhing, her orgasm crashing over her. She pulled him up, her mouth seeking his. "Now, Lucas. I need you now."
He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing with need. He slid in slowly, her tightness enveloping him. "Fuck, Margaret. You feel so good."
She moaned, her nails digging into his back. "Harder, Lucas. Give it to me harder."
He obliged, his hips slamming against hers, their bodies slapping together in a rhythm as old as time. Their moans filled the room, their bodies slick with sweat. He flipped her over, bending her over the desk. He entered her from behind, his hands gripping her hips.
"Yes, Lucas. Deeper. Deeper," she chanted, her voice hoarse with desire.
He obliged, his cock sliding in and out of her pussy, their bodies moving in sync. He felt her muscles clenching around him, her orgasm building. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts.
"Oh, God, Lucas. I'm coming. I'm coming," she cried out, her body convulsing with her release.
He groaned, his own orgasm ripping through him, his cock pulsing inside her. He collapsed on top of her, their bodies slick with sweat, their breaths ragged.
They lay there for a moment, their bodies entwined, before Margaret turned to him, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "You know, Lucas, there's another place I want you to fuck me."
He raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yeah? Where's that?"
She grinned, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. "My ass, Lucas. I want to feel your cock in my ass."
He chuckled, his hands moving to her curves. "Well, Margaret, I think we can arrange that."
He prepared her carefully, his fingers sliding inside her, lubing her up. She moaned, her body relaxing into his touch. He replaced his fingers with his cock, sliding in slowly, giving her time to adjust.
She gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. "Fuck, Lucas. That feels... different."
He started to move, his thrusts slow and gentle at first, but growing more insistent as she began to moan, her body pushing back against him. "Yes, Lucas. Harder. I want to feel you deep inside me."
He obliged, his thrusts growing more forceful, their bodies slapping together. She cried out, her moans filling the room, her body trembling with her orgasm. He followed her over the edge, his cock pulsing inside her ass, his body shuddering with his release.
They collapsed on the floor, their bodies entwined, their breaths ragged. Margaret looked up at him, a satisfied smile on her face. "Well, Lucas. I'd say that was a job well done."
He laughed, his hands cupping her face. "I'd say so, Margaret. I'd say so."
From that day forward, their relationship took on a new dimension. Their encounters were filled with passion, their bodies exploring every inch of each other. They played with power dynamics, with Lucas often taking the lead, but always with Margaret's eager consent. Their relationship was unconventional, their lovemaking intense, their bond deeper than either had expected.
In the quiet of the Maplewood neighborhood, the grand Victorian mansion held secrets of its own, secrets of lust and desire, of passion and pleasure. And at the heart of it all was Margaret, the busty fat granny, and Lucas, the cleaning guy who fulfilled her every desire.
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