1. The Cleaning Lady


    Date: 8/14/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Trans, Author: jdm320, Source: sexstories.com

    It had been a hard shift. Two structures and four vehicle accidents in a 24 hour period was unusual for our house. I drug myself to my truck and drove straight home. Once at home, I started undressing time I got into the house, and by the time I made it to the bedroom, I was down to my boxers. I went to the bed and pulled the covers back and was out by the time my head hit the pillow. Being a firefighter had its perks. I worked 24 hour on and 48 hours off. Most nights, I am able to get my eight, but the action the night before had me exhausted. On a normal day after getting off shift, I would leave the fire house and go to the gym, then run some errands for the wife and usually make it home shortly after lunch, so for me to head home and go to bed was not something I did a lot. Most of the guys at the fire house had second jobs on their off days. I was fortunate, being an officer and having a successful realtor for a wife, it was not necessary for me to have a second job. My wife ran the house, with my support. She paid the bills, sat up appointments for me and our kids, and never gave me grief for not being the conventional husband. I believe that my schedule is probably what has allowed us to stay together so long. As I slumbered, I heard a noise down stairs. I rubbed my face and rose up from the pillow to pay closer attention. I thought I may have been dreaming, but as I listened, I heard it again. I slowly slipped from the bed and reached into my night stand and pulled ...
    out my Glock. With out taking the time to slip on some pants, I slipped out of the bedroom, down the hall to the top of the stairs. The noise continued. So step by step, I slowly eased my way down the stairs. Once at the bottom, I looked around. The clothes that I had left on my way to bed were gone. I raised my head, with the pistol by my side, and scanned the living room and into the kitchen. Again, I heard a noise and it definitely came from the laundry room that was located on the other side of the kitchen. I stayed close to the wall, as much as I could, and made it to the kitchen door. Slowly, I stuck my head inside and looked around. I was convinced that the burglar was in the laundry room working to get the washer and dryer, so I tip-toed closer. When I made it to half way the kitchen, the laundry room door opened. I froze and raised the pistol. First I saw the laundry basket, then to my surprise, a tall blonde carrying it. The woman saw me, screamed, and dropped the basket as she raised her hands above her head. “Who are you?” I said, gritting my teeth. “Please, don’t shoot! I am Ivana; I am with the cleaning service.” The woman answered with a trembling voice. I slowly lowered the pistol and asked for ID. Ivana, with her arms still in the air, walked slowly over to her purse and with out taking her eyes off of me, reached in and pulled out her company issued ID and handed it to me. I scanned the information and everything looked legit. I handed her the ID back and ...
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