Alexia’s Story Chapter 1
*This story is purely fictional. All characters portrayed are 18 or above.*
I met Alexia in a small English village at the outskirts of Nottinghamshire. She was working the odd job, trying to survive like she had been doing for years since she ran away from Russia at the age of 18, fleeing a family situation of neglect and abuse.
She had arrived in Glasgow with little money and no place to stay. She had lived on the streets or in shelters, sleeping on couches in the houses of people that had taken her in occasionally in return for odd jobs or in return for favours not all, let’s say, of a compassionate nature.
After a year of this life, she decided to continue down to England, hoping to find some real work and study. Alexia was very intelligent, besides beautiful. She had long, natural blonde hair, deep sky-blue eyes and a beautiful figure with the incapability to say no to sexual advances, her curse.
She arrived in Nottinghamshire on a rainy day and found a bed and breakfast and began working in a small village pub. She cleaned, set up the tables and did whatever was asked of her by the landlord. She worked long hours at minimum wage, barely making enough to eat and pay her way. To make ends meet, she started to engage with clients, serving at the tables for tips. Her nice character and beautiful figure, attracted the young, but more so the older men, looking to enjoy her graces.
She started accepting their offers, not only for the money, but because the older men knew how to satisfy her cravings. Wanting to spend more time with this young lass, the older gents started to call her to their homes, presenting her to their wives and partners as a house cleaner. And indeed, she did whatever chore was asked of her, taking care of the husbands on the side.
It was on a business trip that I met her and one of my clients, whom she took care of, presented her to me.
She was perfection to my eyes. Her curves were mouthwatering. My client having notice my reaction told me her story and I decided that I wanted to have a try at paradise.
“Alexia, my friend tells me that you are an excellent house keeper. I have a small home here that has been closed for a while. Would you have the chance to come over and give me a quote to put it back in order?”
She smiled and looked into my eyes and I could feel all the blood rushing to my cock, that started straining in my pants! “Did he explain my rates and services to you, Sir?” she said with a voice that knew exactly what was required of her. “Yes he has, and I’d love to take advantage of….a deep clean and set up regular working arrangements, if you and I are both happy” I replied with innuendo. “When shall we start?” she said. “Is tomorrow morning ok with you?” I asked. “Of course. Is there a lady of the house to give me her orders?” “Not here, she’s back in london” I replied. “Ok. See you at 10 am” She said. She continued her work and My client and I left.
The next morning, she was right on time, dressed with a tank top and shorts that caressed her beautiful ass and her sweet pussy, like the outer skin of a peach. Her camel toe was so evident to make me want to tear those shorts with my teeth and feast on that juicy fruit. But I contained myself. I let her in.
I was wearing a dressing gown as I had just got out of the shower and I had nothing underneath. She came in, shut the door behind her and before I could say anything, she came on to me with a long French kiss. “I hope I am not being inappropriate, but I have been wanting to do this since I first saw you last night” she said.
She undid my dressing gown and looked at my naked body “I hope you won’t mind me having a taste of the goods” she said smiling as she dropped to her knees, grabbing my rock hard cock and stroking it as she went with her tongue straight to my balls, licking, sucking gently and pulling softly with her teeth.
“Mmmmm” was the only sound I could make. She worked away with exceptional expertise, looking straight into my eyes as she started to suck and lick as if she was a starving lioness savouring, her prey.
She pushed me on the sofa, removed her few clothes, straddled over me and rode me slowly going down deep. Her pussy was wet and warm; every move was like a new sensation. I could feel her cervix and I was enjoying every thrust, every collision of our sexes. “Soo tight!” was the only thing I could say. I’m not one use to being passive, but this was heaven.
Her lips opening and shutting with every movement, her teeth biting on her lips as she beamed her ice blue eyes straight into mine. After a while, she moaned and almost shut her eyes and I could feel a trickle of her hot essence dripping down my shaft and between my thighs.
She continued at this for about 30 minutes, bringing me ever so close to the edge, whilst she came another three times. Then she must have felt my cock swell up and said: “Wait, just one more. Don’t cum inside me”. And she continued, coming for the fourth time. She got off of me, making yearn for that soft and warm cavern I had been in, with my balls were about to explode!
She leaned over, ass up and face between my thighs and enveloped my needy cock into her mouth, giving me the pleasure of entering another warm depth, her throat.
She bobbed her head up and down, tasting, licking and moaning on my cock as if it were a tasty meal. “I’m going to cum!” I shouted, as she went all the way down without gagging, receiving spurt after spurt of my sticky semen directly down her throat.
After I had finished cumming she went back up an licked every inch of my still pulsing cock, ending with a pop! “Mmmmmm” she said licking her lips “Delicious. I needed that!” Then she sat beside me and we kissed again: our tongues swirling in each other’s mouth, and tasting each other’s release on our lips.
“Am I hired, Sir?” she asked. “Absolutely” I replied. And we stayed in each other’s arms until we finally got up and went to shower together! But that is another story.
