I rented a room in a house of a widower. My part time job wasn't enough to make the rent on time. He offered, or rather more appropriately told me, that if I took over the work that the cleaning service was doing he would reduce the rent. Also, I had to cook at least one home cooked meal every day. It was more than a fifty percent reduction in rent and I was sure I could do it. I am 47, how hard could it be the clean a house with only two people in it?
I hated him watching me, whether it was sweeping or cleaning up the kitchen. He stood at the door of the bathroom and talked to me while I was cleaning the sink and the toilet bowl. I hated being watched by him. He sat with me when I folded the laundry. My fuse broke and I asked him if he didn't have something else to do, I didn't like being watched doing housework. His answer I should have expected but I didn't, he liked watching me, that's when I looked like a real woman. I became self conscious, I felt he was looking up my crotch when I bent over, down my top when I reached down. He was, but now it was obvious.
I was making the bed in his room, he was standing at the door watching me. I had already cleaned up his bathroom and I had collected his clothes for the wash. I leaned over the bed staring at him fully aware that he could see my tits hanging from my chest under the dress I was wearing. I asked him if he 'liked that', staring at my tits. He didn't answer, not in words, he walked over and shoved me onto the bed and stood over me. A woman knows when she is going to be fucked. I knew it. He undid his belt and pushed his pants down.
I could have resisted, cried out, but I didn't. I was getting fucked and what use did any of that do. I didn't take my panties off myself, he had to pull them down himself. I was sweaty from cleaning house but he didn't mind, my legs open and he put his face right down and stuck his tongue in me. I suppose that I helped him get the dress off over the top of my head. I wasn't wearing a bra, I never did when I was sweeping and cleaning. I guess I have big breasts, big enough. He liked how they bounced on my chest when he was giving me the treatment. If he was going to fuck me and cum inside of me, the least he could do was look into my eyes while he did. One, two, three, four and he was done ejaculating. Now, he told me, I could tell my friends that I wasn't a maid.
