One day I was in a real good mood when I called the office telling them I am available for any job they would give me, usually we just call the office...to tell them we are available and they would offer us the first job to come which usually is so fast, because they had lots of customers and the demand on house cleaners was going on, around the clock.A little while later, the office girl called me, gave me the address of a nice villa, she asked me to go to the owner and tell him I am the. She sucked it dry, white cream slipping down her tongue and into her throat. She swallowed like a good girl. Unfortunately “it” wasn’t my penis. It was a vanilla latte from Sarah’s favorite coffee shop. It was a little ‘mom and pop’ shop barely clinging onto any business. It had a charm about it though and more importantly, there were no cameras. The owners couldn’t afford security and that left room for some mischief among the employees and customers. I was a frequent visitor to this place. Fucking me hard, his balls slapping against my clit as I stayed bent over from the waist.I was lost in the sensations, in another world as, without warning, I felt a strong vibrating sensation on my clit. I must have screamed again as I looked between my legs to see Art holding an enormous vibrator against my clit as the black cock continued its assault on my hole.I could hear the boys talking to one another about me as I was so brutally fucked."My turn next, I'm going to fuck the hell out of. Her little cunt was a work of art. While her body was skinny and sleek and firmly toned, her puffy snatch was fleshy and dark pink, her vulvae shaved smooth, just a little strip of dark blonde pubes above her stiff little clit. She wasn't wet, of course. They never were.I smiled, smelling her cunt. I leaned over, pressing my mouth to her snatch, sucking on her sweet, warm flesh for a moment. The woman gasped, more in revulsion than anything else. I snaked my tongue out, splitting her lips.