My wife is a meticulous, OCD level housekeeper, so I was surprised a few months back when she told me she had hired a service.  Every week, these two middle-aged Hispanic ladies show up and do a marvelous job.  So yesterday, they brought a third person, a young, beautiful girl who looked to be 18-20 years old.

Magdelena is her name, or Maggie as she said she prefers.  This perky little ball of life is bilingual, where the other two speak broken English.

Maggie's eyes sparkled a seductive innocence.  Her lips were perfectly formed with just the right amount of poutiness.  My gaze clung to every word that rolled off her luscious lips.  The top button on her uniform was undone, showing off the tops of her perky, medium sized breasts, and her skirt was short and fashionable, not bulky like her workmates.

Sparks flew as our eyes first met.  We shared a moment of mental seduction as our stare grew uncomfortably long.  She smiled a teethy grin as she extended her hand.  It was firm and soft, obviously not calloused by years of housework.

Maggie walked the house with me, asking questions about what services were needed.  Concluding the tour, at my office door, I said, "Everything but my office."

She gave me a funny smirk as she panned the area and said, 'Okay, is that where you hide the bodies, Mister?"

I laughed, "Of course."

Normally, I hibernate in my office when they are working, but I wanted to see as much of Maggie as possible, so I closed the office door behind me and went into the living room where she was working.

I sat in the chair across the room with newspaper in hand, pretending to read as I studied her hot body from behind.  She was picking up our grandkids' toys that had made their way under the massive entertainment center.  Poor Maggie had to contort her body to reach the ones in the back.  In doing so, she had her ass in the air and was on one knee as she balanced herself.

Her leg lifted high enough for me to catch a glimpse of her butt cheeks and that thin sliver of panties between her legs.  My cock was straining against my shorts.  Her ass wiggled from side to side as she groped in the darkness underneath, recovering one toy at a time.  In the meantime, her ass wiggled, my cock hardened!

Finally, she turned and saw me sitting there, wide legged, peering over the paper.  "Enjoying the show, Mister?"

I blushed and mumbled yes.

She brushed the hair from her face with the back of her hand, spitting the long strands of black hair from her mouth, then spun to face me as she stood up.  Her skirt was bunched just below her crotch, offering a brief peek at her light pink panties.  She couldn't help but notice my gaze was on her panties instead of her lips as she spoke to me.  Maggie reached down with both hands and tugged her skirt down as she gave me a naughty look.

"Dirty old man!" she grunted.

She grabbed a step stool and climbed three steps to dust the top of the entertainment center, which put her waist at my eye level.  With her weight on one leg, she extended the other for balance.  From where I sat, I now had a perfect view up her short skirt.  Her thighs were silky smooth and olive in complexion.  I wasn't sure how much more of this torture I could take.

Her workmates were in the bathrooms and I desperately needed to take a leak, so I went out back and behind the garage.

I unzipped and pulled out my semi-erect cock, stroking it a few times as I imagined Maggie's soft hand doing it for me.  My eyes closed and I jetted out a long, hard stream of relief that arched several feet into the flower bed.  

'You raised in a barn, Mister?" a voice giggled, startling me.

My head snapped hard in the direction of her voice.  There stood Maggie, hands on hips and smiling.  "My boyfriend does the same thing behind his garage, Mister.  What's wrong with men anyway?"

My cock hung limp, dribbling the last drops.  "Well," I stammered.

Maggie walked towards me, repeatedly looking down at my semi-limp cock.  She stopped when her perky tits pressed against my arm.  She smelled fresh and hot, like a woman in heat.  Maggie reached for my cock, taking it in her hand and gently massaging the length.  I quickly grew hard in her hand.

"Where are your friends," I asked nervously as I looked over her shoulder?

"Don't worry Mister.  They're busy working their asses off, which is what I intend to do too."

My cock quickly grew hard in her hand as she went from massaging to stroking it.  I leaned into her and kissed her soft, open lips.  Her tongue eagerly met mine as she stroked me.  My hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her snuggly against me.  

As she writhed against me, my hand dropped down her back, grabbing her firm ass cheeks and squeezing them.  Her hips gyrated, grinding her crotch into my side as she played with me.  My hand raced across her ass and cupped the bottom of her ass, lifting it as I roughly squeezed.  Maggie purred as she arched her back to welcome me.

Dipping my hand down her crack, my fingers found her lips wet and ready.  I slid her panties past her cheeks as my fingers dipped below her elastic band.  My fingers split her wet slit, digging deeply with no resistance at all.

Her grip intensified on my cock as I began finger fucking her.  We stimulated each other for a couple of minutes, then I picked her up and placed her on her back, on my work table.  Her legs fell wide as I looked at the swollen pussy lips that protruded so proudly.

I leaned forward, shoving my tongue squarely in the middle of her freshly shaven,  hot cunt, causing her body to jerk violently as she whimpered to the assault of my tongue as it danced inside her.  Her cunt tasted like honey, hot flowing honey.  I lapped and licked and sucked her cunt until she came twice.  Then I lifted her off the table and she dropped to her knees in front of me.

She looked up at me as she took my cock, stroking and rubbing me as her sweet lips descended all the way to my balls.  Maggie fondled my balls as she slurped like a cock sucking champion.  I didn't last two minutes before I shot the first load down her throat.

Maggie gagged as one shot after another found it's slippery, deep target.  She stroked me until she was convinced she had sufficiently drained my balls.

"Fuck me, Mister," she growled as she turned away from me and bent over the table, swatting her ass hard and speaking Spanish.  I nuzzled the head of my cock between her lips, and plunged easily to her depths.  She let out long, deep, beautiful moans and cries as I plundered her.  Our bodies worked like a well-tuned machine.  Maggie was so fucking tight she felt like a virgin.  We fucked hard for several minutes, with both of us coming together.  

I was just about to rub my cum coated cock along her asshole to complete the tri-fuck-ta when we heard a voice calling out from the back door, "Maggie, donde estas?" (Where are you?)

We quickly parted ways, hurriedly dressing like maniacs and managed to be standing at a respectable distance from each other when the older lady rounded the corner of the garage.

"Qué estás haciendo Nina," she snapped?  (What are you doing Daughter?)

Maggie looked at me and answered calmly that I was just showing her my garden.  The older woman, (her mom I found out),  gave me a stern look as she grabbed Maggie's hand, leading her hurriedly back towards the house, scolding her in Spanish.

I watched them round the corner, Maggie stealing a smile towards me as she disappeared.

I stayed in the back for several minutes before venturing back inside.  Maggie shot a glance at me and licked her lips as I came through the back door.  My cock twitched.  The shared memory of our fun was shattered when my cellphone rang.  

My wife, wanting to know if the service had been done to my satisfaction.

"Best job ever," I happily answered.  "They're about to leave so let me pay them and I'll call you back."

The ladies already had all their supplies and tools at the curb.  I heard the three of them talking in Spanish, with the Mom nodding my direction as she laid into Maggie.  When her mom stopped long enough to take a breath, I heard Maggie tell her she forgot something in the house and turned to run back up the sidewalk.

I opened the door, looking past her at a scowling Mom.  "Is she pissed or what," I laughed.

Maggie shut the door behind her and embraced me, giving me a good, hot tongue lashing.  She then went into the bathroom looking for whatever it was that she said she had forgotten.  As she walked back past me I slipped a $100.00 bill in her pocket.

"Till next time Maggie," I sighed.

She stepped closer and reached between my legs, fondling a quickly stiffening cock.  "I'll be back next week.  In the meantime, I left you my number."

I watched her walk towards the car, getting in without so much as looking back as they pulled away.  After locking the door behind me, I walked through the house, admiring their work and looking for her note.  As I walked into the bathroom, there on the counter, was her light pink panties, still wet, along with a brief note:

'Maggie loves Daddy's cock!' and her number.