⚠️ Mature!Smut G!p Lauren ⚠️

Lauren's POV

Okay, so the thing is, when it suddenly dawned on me that having my parents over for the weekend meant tidying up and just how much work that'd be, I thought it made logical sense to hire a cleaning service to give me a hand. What I didn't think, though, is that they'd send a literal goddess to my home. So now instead of watching TV whilst she goes about her business so I could be there if she had any questions, I'm running around the house trying to hide the most embarrassing things before she can get to them. You might be thinking why I didn't do that anyway if someone was coming to my house to clean but I'd bargained for a one-off, not-this-motherfucking-attractive, maid and I wouldn't ever see them again, so it wouldn't be that embarrassing. Oh-ho-ho, I made a real mistake.

"Is-is that a pair of... panties... hanging from your ceiling fan?" She asks cautiously, frowning up at my bedroom fan in confusion.

"Those aren't even mine. I don't wear panties." I blurt, and then blush heavily, "I- I mean, I- let me just get those."

I clamber onto the bed and reach up to take the red g-string from where it sat. Damn you, whoever's this is!

"Alrighty then." She nods awkwardly as I ball the fabric in my fist before moving to put them in my washing basket.

I hadn't even wanted her in here, using the stupid excuse of 'Oh, no, you don't need to do this room.' to try and deter her but she'd politely reminded me that I'd bought the whole-house service and, after a glance over my shoulder, that this room was the messiest of them all.

I hear her start making the bed and my eyes go wide. Did I forget to-

"Oh my god!" I hear from behind me and grimace. It looks like the answer to my previous question was yes... definitely a yes.

"I am so sorry." I hiss as I slowly turn around to see her holding the toy between her thumb and forefinger at arm's length.

"Is that...?"

"Yes, it is. I- in my defence I did say you didn't have to clean this room." I point out and debate whether or not to go over there and take the fleshlight from her grasp. Yes, I'd forgotten that I'd left my fleshlight, of all things, amongst my covers this morning... oops?

This is the most embarrassing thing I've ever experienced.

"I mean, usually people take care of these sort of things before they ask the maids to give them a hand." She states calmly as if she isn't holding a sex toy up in the air, and then her eyes go wide and she blushes deeply, "I meant- I- usually people clean these away before getting cleaners in to tidy up... I mean-"

I laugh when I realise she's trying to cover an innuendo and decide that now would be a great time to take it from her and take it into the bathroom to clean once she's gone.

"You and your boyfriend must be pretty wild." She comments quietly and I'm not entirely sure I was supposed to hear.

"Boyfriend?" I question without thinking and she nods.

"Yeah. The panties on the fan, the sex toy in the bed, the handcuffs you left attached to the headboard..." she trails off because my eyes are looking at the bed in search of said handcuffs, and this time she laughs, "I was kidding, there aren't any handcuffs."

"Oh."

I must turn a deep crimson because she then says, "You don't have to be embarrassed. At least you have a boyfriend."

"I don't." I blurt, completely missing the fact that that would've been a perfect excuse.

"You don't... what?"

Well, I guess it's too late to backtrack now. I bring a hand up to rub nervously at the back of my neck as she finishes making the bed.

"Have a boyfriend," I explain.

"Then whats with the-" She begins, pointing towards the bathroom, or towards what I've just put in there. I interrupt her before she has a chance to finish the question.

"It's a long story."

"Looks like I'm gonna be here a long time." She gestures to the room and adds, "No offence."

"None taken." I smile reassuringly and then wipe it from my face as I shrug in lieu of an answer.

She just nods slowly, moving around to my side of the bed before sitting down. Looking at her profile makes me nervous, even though she shouldn't be making me nervous anyway. It's not likely that I'd see her again after today, anyway. I feel like a gross teenage boy when my eyes dart to her covered chest on their path down to the floor.

Then she says something that shocks me, but I think in a good way.

"So, no boyfriend. Girlfriend?"

"Unfortunately not." I sigh as a weird feeling courses through my veins. It's almost like I know the girl like I could tell her anything at all because we'd been friends forever.

"Unfortunately..." she repeats and nods with... is that a smirk?

"Well, I'm not supposed to do this on the job but you're a literal masterpiece so I'm gonna have to make an exception." She says and I frown in confusion before I feel lips on mine. Oh shit! She's kissing me! Kiss back, you idiot!

Soon our lips are moving in sync against one another and I sit on the edge of the bed and pull her over to straddle my lap, the feeling of her there already making me twitch.

"I really shouldn't be doing this." She breathes, but I shake my head and bring my hands to the sides of her face and kiss her again.

"Shut. the. fuck. up." I scold between pecks and then go into another, deeper kiss, my tongue swiping across her bottom lip in a request for access.

For good measure, I pair the action with a squeeze of her ass, succeeding in making her gasp as I slip my tongue inside. I take my time with exploring her mouth, dancing my tongue along hers and grazing it against the roof of her mouth, eliciting a moan from her.

"Make me." She breathes when she pulls away for a mere few seconds, and I growl in response.

In a promise to fulfil her request, I stand up, taking her with me, and turn to lower her onto the bed in a way that means she's now holding my core to hers with her hips, except mine is rapidly hardening.

"Wh-what is that?" She lets out when I move down to her jawline, nibbling and sucking at the tender skin.

"Shh," I hush, glancing up at her eyes that are now closed, "Let me take care of you."

My lips move down to underneath her jaw but her hips wind in a way that I know she is trying to figure out the answer to her previous question.

"It's my dick." I sigh and those eyes snap open and widen, leading me to close my own in shame. Yes, I am ashamed of it. It's not easy to be the symbol of pride that everyone seems to expect you to be, especially when the very girl that just got you hard is about to crawl out from underneath you, probably slap you a few times and call you a freak, and then leave.

"Your... dick?" She questions and I nod subtly, moving to stand only to feel her cross her ankles against my back and pull me even further onto her, my own eyes widening now. She grinds her hips into mine and I bite my tongue to hold back a moan as she makes eye contact with me.

"Are you sure?" I ask her and she simply nods, already pulling at my shirt for me to remove it.

Deciding not to wait for another second, I lean up to remove the piece of clothing, revealing the sports bra I wore beneath.

"Not fair." She pouts and I frown down at her, so she giggles a little, "I wanted to show off about how I can undo a bra with one hand." She smirks wickedly, making my member twitch again in my underwear, getting closer and closer to standing at full attention.

I let out a low moan at the words and push my semi-hard erection further against her core. Damn those french maid outfits they make the cleaners wear. Surely they're illegal.

"Your turn." I point out, but instead of taking her dress off I just tear it down the middle.

She gasps at the cold breeze before muttering, "You're paying for that."

"Gladly." I bite my lip almost hard enough to draw blood as my eyes take over her stunning torso encased in a sheer black bodysuit.

"Your turn." She winks and sits up, pushing me by the shoulders until I'm standing at the edge of the bed and she's sitting up entirely. She expertly undoes the fly of my black jeans and tugs them down a little, just far enough for the top of my Calvin Klein boxer briefs to be exposed.

"Really?" She questions, tracing her fingers along the waistband gently, and I quirk a brow at her.

"Too cliché? Cause I can take them off if you want."

"Smooth." She nods and then gives another tug on the jeans, sending them down to my ankles where I kick them off, not realising her entranced expression until they're tossed to the other side of the room.

"Fuck." She mutters as one of her hands moves to sit on my balls and the other index finger traces around the head of my cock, which stands jutting out to the right.

I can't fight another moan when she gently squeezes my balls through the fabric and shoots me a teasing wink.

Y/n POV

What stands before me is, as I said previously, a literal masterpiece. She's gorgeous, and so is the dick that stands proudly at her hips. I have no idea if I'd even be able to fit it in my mouth, it's that wide, and don't get me started on the vein that I can already see through the stretched underwear, twisting its way up the underside of her shaft.

"Like what you see?" She asks in a semi-joking voice and, as a response, I lean forward to place a gentle kiss on each side of the tantalising V that runs beneath the waistline. When I pull away, it twitches right before my eyes and a gush of wetness moves to pool between my legs. Something about the way it seems to fight the restraints of the thin piece of clothing is so arousing, so I decide to toy with that prospect a little bit more. I gently fondle her balls once more, which are so big they almost fill my palm, and move to place a kiss on the covered head, and then trace a path with my free hand's fingers up the thick shaft to meet it.

"F-fuck." She stutters and moves her hands to my shoulders already. I feel her watching my every move and smirk as I begin to use my full hand to pump her through her underwear.

"Shit, get them off." She orders as she hooks her own fingers into her underpants, beginning to move them down. She lets them drop to the floor when I tug them down and her dick finally is freed, and it points towards me deliciously.

Before I even know it, before giving her any warning, I wrap both hands around her cock and begin to pump them up and down.

A guttural moan escapes her and she pushes a little stronger on my shoulders, prompting me to shuffle further back on the bed which I do, and she follows me on to kneel in front of me. I continue my ministrations as she gasps and chews on her lip so harshly I'm surprised it doesn't start bleeding. Then her hands snake their way around to cup my cheeks and she pulls me into a kiss.

In one joint movement, I twist my fists around her and slip my tongue into her mouth, curling it around hers as she gives me a similar treatment. She eventually dominates the kiss and swipes her tongue along the roof of my mouth, leaving a strange feeling in its path. It's like being ticklish, but not quite. Whatever it is has me moaning and she moves her hands down to squeeze my breasts softly.

She rolls my already hard nipples between nimble fingers as I bring my thumb to swipe at the slit on the head of her cock, drawing small amounts of pre-cum from below the surface.

"Damn, you're good." She breathes heavily, pulling her lips off of mine to rest our foreheads against one another's. One of her hands wraps tightly in my hair and she gives it a tug as I do the same to her now-throbbing dick.

"Yeah?" I question and move one hand off of her whilst the other slides down to her base and squeezes a little tightly, making her whimper and blush.

"Take your bra off," I instruct and she nods rapidly before doing just that, and then both of her hands tangle in the back of my hair. I dive forwards and engulf one of her perfect nipples between my lips as my hand on her cock resumes its movement and the other moves down to her balls.

"Shit! You keep that up and I- I'm gonna-" she doesn't have a chance to finish her sentence before a strong pulsation runs through her member. I look down as she throws her head back and makes a desperate sound, though it's a little tough since she's pulling my own back by the hair she's grasping, and see thick ropes of cum shooting from her and onto my stomach. The feeling makes me gasp and more wetness coats my own core as more of her warm seed spills from her, falling down her cock and onto my ever-moving hands.

"Fuck me." I barely whisper, but she seems to hear me because the appendage that was already growing soft begins to come back to life in my hands.

"Let me get a condom-" She starts and makes a move to reach over to the bedside table, but I hold her a little tighter and she freezes in place.

"No. I mean, I'm on the pill and I'm clean." I tell her, and she just nods as she takes in my appearance with lust-filled eyes.

"Me too. I'm clean too, I mean, and I- I can't get anyone pregnant anyway," she says almost robotically as her hands begin to trace my under boobs and her nails graze paths down my stomach.

"You're wearing too much clothing for my liking." She tells me and I quickly let go of her to remove every article of clothing blocking my body from hers. When I'm done, she's holding the base of her cock between a thumb and index finger and swinging it around a little, either aimlessly or just to show off. Either way, I can't help but be hypnotised by its beauty, girth, length, and the cum which remains on it in places.

"Are you sure?" She asks and to respond I just nod. That's all she needs, apparently, because then her hand pushes against my chest until I'm laying on the bed, and she hooks her hands under my knees and tugs me towards her until my hips collide with her knees, making me gush yet again.

"Good." Is all she says before she lines herself up with my entrance. I whimper in anticipation as she slides up and down my slit before returning to my hole. Similarly to how I'd given her little warning, all I get is a tightening of a hand under my knee before she pounds all the way into me, and another moan ripples through me.

"Fuuuucckk!" I yell as she rolls her hips to allow me a moment to adjust to her size.

"You're so fucking tight." She announces before slipping out to just the tip of her penis and thrusting all the way back in again at a similar speed to before.

A cry leaves me, out of pleasure from the slight pain of her stretching me out, and I sigh as she begins to build up a slow, but rapidly increasing pace.

"Yes! Yes, like that." I tell her as she rams into me again and again, grunting with the effort she's exercising.

"Damn, what would your boss think if they found out you're letting yourself be fucked by your customers?" She asks teasingly but my reply is simply a curl of my toes and another deep, throaty groan.

That thick cock slipping in and out of me, grinding against me every time she pounds into me, is all I can focus on. It feels so great, the way she fills me up so well, the way she holds my knees up in the air even as she leans down to lick a hot stripe up my sternum and throat, all the way up to my chin.

"Such a dirty girl." She tuts and applies just the right amount of force in her next thrust to hit my g-spot. I feel light headed as I moan out her name incredibly loudly.

"Right th-there," I tell her and she does it again, and again, and again, with a small moan coming from her every time. The familiar tightness of my stomach and legs tells me how close I'm getting, and now my whole body moves up and down as she slams into me. I never thought I'd like it this rough, but the sight of her hungry eyes taking down my body and her core clenching deliciously with every thrust is enough to prove otherwise. Her dark hair falls perfectly around her face which shows the strain of exertion and when her lips part, my eyes flutter shut of their own accord.

"Cum for me." She tells me gruffly and, by her demand, a dam breaks inside of me and a wave of euphoric wetness flows from me and coats her dick as my body tingles with euphoria. I scream out and grasp at the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure runs through me, and she never slows down. Her motions become a little sloppier, and the smacking sounds of her balls hitting my ass become wetter and wetter until I can practically hear the squelching of her plunging into my aching pussy over and over. With a few harder, deeper strokes of her cock against my walls, almost hitting my cervix, surely, her face scrunches up entirely.

"Give me it." I encourage weakly, exhausted from my own orgasm and she holds my knees tighter and bottoms out in me.

She holds herself there for a second or so before doing it once more, slowly pulling out just to the tip before sheathing herself fully inside of me, and I feel a hot, thick rope of her seed shoot into me, followed by another and another. It seems endless, and the feeling makes me cum again, only adding to the fullness that I feel as I milk her cock for all it's worth.

An animalistic groan rumbles from her chest as she continues to fill me up, and I actually sigh in relief when I feel her soften up a little within me.

At long last, her eyes reopen and she looks at me in awe.

"That was the best fucking orgasm I've ever had." She informs me as she lowers my legs. I can't do much else but nod in agreement and take a deep breath.

She slowly begins to pull out of me, and when she's finally all the way out, I feel what could practically be a river of our mixed fluids pouring out of me and dripping down to my ass. She watches in amusement as I don't do anything about it before dipping down to lick it up, making me gasp as her tongue runs from my asshole to my already-sore entrance once more. She swallows whatever she gathered and leans back over to kiss me again, her limb dick resting against my core as she does so.

"I might... have to stay a while... before I can leave." I breath out tiredly and close my eyes softly, hoping she'll know why. Thankfully, she nods and I feel her arms wrap around me and lift me slightly, putting me back down in the proper place on the bed with my head on a pillow. She then climbs in beside me and takes a deep breath herself.

"Me too." She laughs softly and I try to ignore the cum still dripping out of me as I fall into a peaceful sleep.