Passionate Cleaners Ch. 02

"Oh no, shit," I heard someone softly say, which woke me up from a deep sleep.

For a moment, I completely forgot where I was. My brain felt so foggy from sleeping. I barely opened my eyes and noticed that this wasn't my room. At first, I panicked slightly before the cobwebs of my brain began to clear and I suddenly remembered everything that happened last night. The cleaning job, the sexy maid uniform, the sensual touches, and the hot sex. Oh my god, I couldn't believe I fell asleep in his room! What time was it? I saw light streaming in from a window so I knew it had to be at least morning already.

Fully opening my eyes, I started to look around the room. I was laying on my stomach while on his bed and I was still naked except for my thigh highs and choker. I finally spotted Octavious sitting on a chair near his desk, also still naked, with a large drawing pad in front of him. The moment my eyes feasted on his muscular frame, I felt my heart quicken. He was just sitting there, and somehow his body still looked incredible. I still couldn't believe I slept with someone that hot.

Eventually, I noticed he seemed to be moving around a pencil quickly. He had to be sketching something. Hold on, was he sketching me on his bed? My first thoughts were of embarrassment, but the more I thought about it, the more turned on it made me feel. His drawings were exceptional and I wondered how hot I looked in them.

Deciding to let him know that I was awake, I groaned softly and stretched my body out without moving too much. I brushed some of my red hair away from my face and adjusted my body so I could turn my head and face him.

"Hi," I sweetly said with a smile.

"Hey baby girl, how'd you sleep?"

"I think I slept so soundly that it felt like I passed out. I don't think I slept that well in ages. So, what are you up to?"

"Well, when I woke up, I didn't have the heart to wake you since you were sleeping so soundly. But when I noticed just how damn cute you looked sleeping there, I couldn't resist sketching you."

I smiled and giggled softly before responding, "I can't wait to see it when you're done then."

"Shit, I'd love it if you took a look at it," he replied and flashed me a smile that caused my heart to race.

With how I was positioned, I knew he had a perfect view of my toned legs and firm ass. Even though he could see so much of my body already, I had an innate desire to show off even more of it to him. While still lying on my stomach, I lifted my upper body and supported myself on my elbows while my hands cupped my face. I knew that my large breasts now had to be visible and I felt my body become hot just thinking about how I must look to him.

"What do you think? Is it ok if I stay in this position?"

"Fuck Tessa, stay just like that. Dayum," he responded excitedly while his hand continued to draw.

I loved the impact my body had on him. My heart was still beating hard, and I felt myself start to get turned on again. I wasn't the only one apparently. While I gazed at my black hercules, I noticed his enormous cock start to harden as it rested against his leg, in front of the drawing pad. It looked impressively large while soft but more intimidatingly large after it hardened. My eyes were fixated on it and the more it grew, the faster my heart thumped. Before long, he was completely erect and as it proudly pointed in the air, it even thudded against the back of his drawing pad.

Staring at it like this, I had no idea how a beast like that was able to fit inside me. Memories of how it felt when it split me open made me shiver on the bed. I knew I was staring at it with an obsessed look in my eyes, but I didn't care. I wanted to touch it again and feel the heat radiating from it. Not only that, but I had a primal desire to taste him. To slip his large tool in my mouth and suck hard. God, I never had these kinds of thoughts or urges before. What was happening to me?

Every inch of my body wanted me to get out of bed, walk over there, and kneel in front of him. The only thing stopping me was knowing just how seriously he took his art. Well, that and I really wanted to see what his finished drawing looked like. For now, I had to be simply content with the eye candy in front of me.

After what felt like an eternity, but what was probably only a few minutes, I finally heard him say, "There, perfect. You ready to see it?"

I nodded enthusiastically, quickly slid off the bed, and walked over to him. When I got close, he turned the large drawing pad around and held it up so I could see. I gasped when I saw the drawing. Holy shit, it looked so good! I looked, really, really hot in his drawing too.

He seemed to capture the curves of my body flawlessly and he even took the time to draw the thigh highs and choker I was still wearing. If this was what he saw, no wonder his cock got so hard. Oh god, his big black cock. It was right there, right below the drawing. I couldn't tear my eyes away from it. Every instinct screamed at me to touch it.

I slowly sank down to my knees in front of him, reached out my hands, and wrapped them around his thick shaft. He was as hard as steel! An intense warmth seeped into my hands as I squeezed it firmly. My pale hands stood in dark contrast to his black member and the sight excited me more than I expected. I started to slowly move my hands up and down his length while I stared transfixed. He moved the drawing pad away from his body and I heard him chuckle deeply.

After laying his drawing pad on his desk he smiled down at me and said, "Damn girl, you already this horny?"

I looked up at his face in awe as my hands continued to slowly slide up and down his length and replied, "I...uhh...umm."

"A'ight, go ahead and worship my black cock."

Lowering my eyes, I eagerly complied. Part of me could barely believe what I was doing, but I was acting purely on raw desire. I felt a primal urge that I couldn't ignore. My hands started to quickly slide up and down the smooth skin of his shaft while I helplessly marveled at his size. How big did he say it was? Over 9 inches or something like that? The sheer size of it was breaking my brain now that my face was so close to it.

I released one of my hands around his shaft and started to explore his bulbous cockhead. I traced the prominent ridges of his head and I felt his cock jump in his hands, along with a groan. I smiled to myself before I slowly lowered my head and I softly kissed his tip. His cock twitched again and I started to slowly plant kisses down his impossibly long shaft. I loved how hard and hot he tasted against my lips. It was strangely addicting.

When I reached the base, I stuck out my tongue, and slowly started to lick his length back to the tip. God, he tasted so fucking good. I swirled my tongue around his gargantuan head and felt his cock twitch again. I never really liked giving blowjobs to guys before, but it was totally different with Octavious. Not only did I want to do it, but I felt a strange sense of pride and pleasure from it too. My lack of experience started to worry me though. I mean, how many other girls were in the same position as me? I hoped to make up in passion what I might lack in experience.

Opening my mouth as wide as I could, I swallowed his cockhead and closed my soft lips around him. His head alone seemed to fill my mouth and my tongue felt crushed at the bottom. I started to suck hard while shimmying my tongue underneath. I heard another deep groan from him and it encouraged me to keep going. With my lips still sealed around his black shaft, I pushed my head forward and took even more of his length into my mouth. It wasn't long until his cock-head hit the back of my throat and my eyes still saw countless inches in front of me. Fuck he was big.

I pulled my head back till only his tip was still inside and I slowly started to slide my mouth back and forth, sucking what was probably only a quarter of his cock. My hands gripped the rest of his dark shaft tightly and I started to tightly pump the rest that couldn't fit in my mouth. I was completely obsessed. I was amazed by how much I was enjoying myself. I felt weirdly in control and felt so sexy all at the same time.

Not being used to his size, I pulled my mouth completely off his cock and took some much-needed deep breaths when I heard him say, "Shit baby, you know how to pleasure black cock."

I beamed in pride at his compliment and I flashed him a wide smile. His encouragement removed some lingering doubts about my ability and I hungrily swallowed his cock head again. With renewed confidence, I doubled my efforts and quickly bobbed my head up and down while sucking as hard as I could.

I couldn't believe how turned on I was. Pleasuring something this big and this impressive made my body shiver in pleasure. One of my hands left his shaft and slowly lowered to my pussy. My fingers ran along my slit and I was shocked at how wet I was. I greedily slipped a finger inside, and my entire body quivered in pleasure.

The last 24 hours felt like such a blur. Yesterday, I was a normal college student making money over the summer and now I was on my knees, sucking on a huge black cock while playing with myself. I felt like such a slut, but I didn't care. It felt so good that I didn't want to stop.

His cock started to twitch repeatedly and I heard him groan out, "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum."

Even though I usually didn't like giving blowjobs, I didn't hate the taste of cum like some girls so I kept my mouth sealed around his colossal cock. I pulled my head back so only his head was still in my mouth and I started to rapidly pump his shaft. I looked up at him while I inserted a second finger into my pussy and felt a moan in my throat.

Soon, I felt his cock begin to pulsate and a huge stream of hot cum shot out of his cock and practically filled the rest of my mouth. Fuck, how did he release so much cum in just one blast? I quickly tried to swallow, but then a second, and a third volley continued to fill my mouth with his seed. I couldn't swallow fast enough. This was too much. This was insane!

After another stream of cum, I felt my mouth overflow and I pulled my mouth off his head so I could finally swallow everything in my mouth. However, his cock didn't stop exploding. Thick ropes of cum started to coat my face. I gasped as blast after blast drowned my face in hot cum. No guy had ever cam on my face before and I was surprised by how good it felt. Why was I enjoying this so much?

His seemingly endless supply finally started to deplete and after a final spew of cum, my barely opened eyes saw only a trickle of cum come out of his tip. Between my face feeling completely drenched in cum and my fingers still moving inside my pussy, I suddenly felt a small orgasm rip through my body. I moaned deeply as I felt a deep warmth inside me and my body shuddered in pleasure. When my body finally started to calm down, I felt surprisingly satisfied.

Pulling my hands from my pussy and his cock, I sat back on my feet and breathed heavily. I wiped some of his cum off my eyes with my fingers and looked at him in wonder. How did he cum so much? This was like triple the amount of cum of any other guy I had ever been with. I instinctively licked my lips and tasted some of his cum that coated them. I was stunned by how good it tasted. Fuck, this guy was even more incredible than I thought!

For a moment, we simply looked at each other in the afterglow of our orgasms. Suddenly, his phone started to ring and when he looked over, his eyes widened slightly. I wondered who was calling for him to act so surprised.

"Hey Mom," I heard him say after swiping on his phone.

Oh yeah, that's right. I finally remembered that I came over yesterday to clean because his Mom was supposed to come back later today.

"What? You're gonna be home in 30 min?" he said carefully, trying to hide the surprise from his voice.

My eyes widened in shock. Oh my god, I needed to leave, but he just cam all over my face. Shit, I needed to get cleaned up as quickly as possible. He quickly wrapped up the call with his mom, stood up, and held out a hand to help me stand up. Thankful for the help, I grabbed his hand and got to my feet.

"You think you can shower super fast?" he said quickly.

I nodded and he quickly showed me where the bathroom was. Not that he had to since I helped clean it yesterday, but I thought he was being very sweet. I immediately turned on the hot water while I quickly stripped off my thigh highs and took my choker off. I jumped into the shower and I felt his hot cum wash away from my face as the water soaked my body. I found some soap and quickly scrubbed my face and body before I turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. Even though I cleaned pretty quickly, I saw that there was a towel for me along with my maid outfit from yesterday. Oh my, he was beyond sweet actually.

After drying myself off, I changed back into my maid clothes and stepped out of the bathroom. I went back to Octavious' room and I found him already fully dressed as well. He smiled when he saw me and I couldn't help but smile back at him. He quickly walked over to me, grabbed my face with his large hands, and kissed me deeply. I was too shocked at first to move, but I soon kissed him back and wrapped my arms around his muscular body. God, I was still amazed at how good of a kisser he was.

Our kiss broke and he softly said, "Let me walk you out."

Without waiting for a response, he grabbed my hand and walked us out of his room and down the hallway. The whole time we walked, I couldn't help but stare at his hand as it clasped mine. I felt my face starting to flush and I tried to snap myself out of it. After everything we did both yesterday and today, I couldn't believe how much I was swooning from him just holding my hand.

Once we got to the front door, I found my cleaning supplies already collected there. He barely opened the door and popped only his head outside, presumably to double-check that his mom wasn't here yet. God, I hope she wasn't early or we would both be pretty screwed.

"Ok, we good. Not that I'm embarrassed by you or anything like that--," he started to say.

"No, no, I get it. Seriously. But...," I started to say, but trailed off when a wave of anxiety hit me about what I wanted to ask him.

"But what?"

"Umm...before I go, can I...can I have your number?" I finally worked up the boldness to ask but didn't have the courage to actually look at him.

"Damn girl, of course. I was gonna ask you anyway," he said happily and I felt myself blushing again as I took out my phone from my stuff.

He grabbed my phone, entered his info, and I suddenly heard his phone starting to ring when he said, "There, I called myself so I'd have your number too. I'll hit you up soon, ok?"

I nodded, grabbed my phone along with all of my cleaning supplies, and said, "Bye Octavious, I can't wait to hear from you!"

Before he could see how red my face was getting, I turned around and walked out of the door to head to my car. My heart felt so full and light that it felt like I was levitating. I placed my cleaning supplies inside, started the car, and drove off. I was so happy that I couldn't stop humming along to the songs that were playing on the radio and tapping my fingers on the steering wheel.

When I got home, I noticed my parent's car wasn't in the driveway. I breathed a huge sigh of relief that my parents hadn't come home yet. I quickly got out of the car, walked inside, and headed straight to my bathroom. Even though I was able to quickly rinse off at Octavious', I really needed a long shower to feel clean.

Once I finished showering, I switched into some loungewear and flung myself on the bed. I didn't have any cleaning jobs today, so I was thankful that I could just relax for the rest of the day. I immediately opened my phone and found Octavious' contact information. Every bone in my body wanted me to text or call him, but I knew that it would be too much if I did that. Besides, part of me wanted to wait and see how long it would take for him to message me. He did say that he would message me soon. Ugh, I hated waiting like this!

The rest of the day seemed to drag on, but mostly because I checked my phone every few minutes in case he texted and somehow my phone didn't chime. I felt a little obsessive and part of me hated that. However, I don't think any guy had made me feel the way he did. I fantasized about seeing his charming smile again and inhaling his addicting scent.

I finally gave up on hearing from him tonight when I suddenly heard my phone chime. I frantically checked it and the hair on the back of my neck stood up when I saw that it was from him! My heart was already pounding when I opened my phone and read his message.

'Hey babe, how's it goin'?'

It was a simple message, but I loved that he was thinking of me and I quickly responded, 'I'm doing good. Just chilling at home. Have you been painting all day?'

'Yeah. Although it's been hard keeping my focus when I keep thinking of that hot little body of yours.'

I felt my face turn red again and typed out, 'Omg, me too! I mean, not the painting thing, but I can't stop thinking about you either. So...when can I see you again?'

Thank god I only had to type that out in a text. I think I would've had a heart attack before I even said the first word. I eagerly stared at my phone for his reply, but he was suddenly very quiet. Minute after minute passed by and I started to freak myself out a little. Was I a little too forward? Did he think I was being too clingy? Should I say something else or act like I was just joking?

Before I could figure out what I could do next, he suddenly responded, 'There ain't nothing I want more than to see you again, but I gotta finish this painting. No way that's getting done if I'm with you. I'm actually getting some of my work featured at an art exhibit featuring students' work in a couple of days, and I want this painting to be the centerpiece.'

'Oh, that sounds super cool! I'm sure everyone will really, really like it,' I responded genuinely but was still a little sad that I wouldn't be able to see him.

'You know what? Shit, why don't you attend the exhibit?' he responded almost immediately.

My eyes lit up and my fingers quickly tapped out, 'Really? Are you sure?'

'Hell yeah! I got some invites from the place and I'll email you one of the tickets. So I'll see you there?'

'Omg, yes! Totally! I can't wait!!!!!' I responded and regretted just how many exclamation points I added.

We continued to chat back and forth a bit, but it was getting late and I was getting sleepy. We texted goodnight, and I quickly fell asleep with a smile on my face. The next morning, my parents were finally home and I told them that I was invited to go to an art exhibit in a couple of days. They seemed surprised to see me so excited about art, but they were probably just happy that I took an interest in something cultural.

Sadly I had to work a bunch of jobs the next two days, but being busy seemed to help the days go by faster. In what felt like a short span of time, it was already the day of the art exhibit and I quickly ate an early dinner so I could start getting ready. Once finished, I went to my room and immediately opened my closet. I shoved most of the hanging clothes to one side and pulled out a few pieces that were squished all the way at the end, almost forgotten. They were pretty much the only sexy clothes that I owned.

My normal clothing style wasn't generally sexy, and I didn't even have that many revealing clothes either. The only pieces I did own were all from my cousin Emma. She was a little older than me and had a keen fashion sense. Not only that, but she knew what to wear to turn guys' heads. She hated my more reserved style and said that I could have guys lining up at my door to ask me out if I wore the right outfit. The few times we went shopping together, she always made me buy some ridiculously sexy outfit that I figured I would never wear.