Well then, we finally get to the end of our journey.

Her husband had a suspicion that every time she would come to work at my place, she'd come home extra happy and didn't want him to touch her but on this day, he insisted and said she felt extra wet and a little used, Zulu men have that tendency.

She called the next day and said "I'm so sorry but I can never come to you again, my husband has found me a job and I will be working Monday to Friday" I could tell she was with him during this text and I'm sure he was waiting for a spicy answer

I only responded "Thanks for letting me know, I wish you nothing but the best " when I truly wanted to say "I'll miss that pussy".

So that's the bad news but let's go to the last day she came over to clean. It was like we both knew our arrangement would never last, so every time she came over we fucked like it was our last time.

She came around 8 a.m. extra early so we could have time together. But like I said we both knew.

I'd always leave the door open the night before so she would just walk in and start cleaning, but this time she walked in and knocked on my door.

Cleaner: Still asleep?

Hunter: No just in bed.

C: Can I come to sleep with you just for an hour, I woke up too early today.

H: come in.

C: I'm a little cold I'm sorry.

H: Don't worry I'm hot under here.

As she undressed and was left with her white bra and panty.

H: Take those off too.

C: But I won't sleep if I take it off.

H: You'll get warmer quicker if it's off.

She smiles and gets naked, her breasts fall out of her bra, a beautiful cup with a little sag to them, my favorite type of breast, with experience.

She gets into bed and I immediately snuggle her, kissing her playfully and gently.

She whispers "I missed you".

Side note I sleep naked.

This was the sign I needed. I turned her around, on top of her, and said "Show me how much you've missed me".

We started kissing like long-lost lovers that haven't seen each other for ages, intense and meaningful kisses.

Most men say that sleeping with someone doesn't have to have emotions in it, which I agree but if you fuck someone for over two years, you'll have some feelings, and today I felt all of them.

C: Please fuck me now.

She begged for me, she needed me inside her and I wasn't going to disappoint, my hard cock was pulsating ready to be trusted into her ever-so-warm nest.

I position myself over her, and I pull her legs over my shoulder in missionary to hit her deep, just like she wants it.

H: You want this dick inside you?

C: I've been waiting for it since the last time I saw you.

I thrust myself into her slit. She's wet, wetter than usual, was she serious? She has been dreaming about my cock since the last time we fucked, I wanted her to beg even more.

H: Is this what you want?

C: Yes.

H: Tell me how much you want it.

C: I want this cock all to myself.

H: Tell me how much you need it.

C: I need you to fuck me hard every time I come here.

She gets on the bed.

I follow...

Raw, no condom, skin-to-skin.

I enter her.

This time it's different.

Just a little tighter, just a little warmer just a little more passion.

Have you noticed when you want to be nasty with someone, and they submit to you wholeheartedly, it's easy for you to let things get out of hand? No? Just me then.....

I was so rough with her, pounding her as if she was a common whore, using her clit for my pleasure, my hand around her neck just to see her eyes roll back as she gasped for air, I loved the power and wanted her to remember every stroke. They say you are always remembered for your last work, and I wanted her to have vivid memories.

After 45 minutes of hardcore fucking I came deep inside her, with a huge load just dripping 💦 out of her cunt, I left her on the bed and went to the bathroom.

She followed me into the shower and we kissed for what like felt an hour while the water ran down our bodies.

I haven't seen her since 😩

I need a new maid...