Nick Eastwood - The horny housekeeper

Katie Conners lay on her bed daydreaming. The statuesque young blonde was smiling as she thought of Professor Mark Davis, her instructor in modern history. In Katie's fantasy he was slipping into her bedroom and taking off his clothes. Soon they'd be making fantastic love.

Katie's healthy young body was responding to her fantasy. She felt her tits swelling, her nipples going stiff with desire. Her pussy began to cream. She imagined Mark running his hands over every inch of her sleek soft body.

He'd kiss her face, her neck, then work his way down to her large firm tits. She gave a little moan of desire as she imagined his slick hot tongue teasing her engorged nipples. He'd work his way lower, till he was tonguing the swollen hot flesh of her gash.

"Oh, shit!" Katie sighed. "Who am I kidding? This isn't going to work."

It was a damned nice fantasy, but that's all it was just her imagination. Mark wasn't there, and he never would be. She wouldn't be making love to him again for three long months. She wondered if she could keep her sanity that long. Her body was starved for his loving.

Katie was on vacation from college, and to earn money she'd taken a summer job as housekeeper to a family named Lane. She was on twenty-four hour duty, and she had no time for a social life. Besides, her lover, Professor Davis, had gone to Europe for the summer.

She needed the money very badly, but she hated the job. The Lanes were very weird people, not much fun to be around. There was the mother, Alice, hugely obese and neurotic.

The father, Gene, seemed like a nice guy, but he was totally henpecked. Their son Rusty was a bookworm and a bore.

Right now Gene was at work, Rusty was in his room reading, and Alice was in bed being a professional invalid. The woman was so fat, she could hardly walk. She needed a housekeeper to do the chores and cook the meals, but she was always driving them away with her nasty temper.

Katie wouldn't have stayed on if she hadn't needed the job. Right now she had a little break before it was time to start dinner. She'd come to her room to lie down and think about Mark, but that had been a mistake. Thinking about him made her so horny, she wanted to scream. Still, she couldn't get her mind off her handsome teacher, and her thoughts drifted back to the first time they'd made love.

It was early in the fall term, and Mark was handing back some exams he'd graded.

"Miss Conners," he said to Katie, "I'd like to talk to you privately about your exam."

"Of course, Professor Davis," Katie said, turning pale.

She'd been sure she'd done well on the test, but why was the professor calling her to his office? She found out later that afternoon. Mark was waiting for her, and after she'd entered his office and closed the door, he began to smile.

"What is it, Professor?" Katie asked anxiously. "What did I do wrong?"

"Not a thing," he said pleasantly. "And please, call me Mark. Sit down. I just wanted to get to know you a little better."

Katie was relieved, but she still felt puzzled. The professor had hundreds of students, so why was he singling her out for friendship? Oh, she knew she was pretty and that she had a very nice body, but she certainly wasn't the best student in Mark's class.

She took a seat on a big leather couch, and Mark walked over and joined her. He really was a handsome man, maybe in his early thirties, and he was fantastically built. Other students had said that he worked out and ran every day. Katie felt really turned on by him.

"Did you know that my wife's a professor, too?" he asked. "She's in archaeology, and she's spending a year in Africa digging up bones and things. I'm very lonely."

He slipped his arm around Katie's shoulders and moved in for a kiss. Katie was totally surprised. She'd come here to discuss her course work, and now the guy was putting the make on her. His mouth closed hotly over hers, and she felt his tongue sliding between her lips.

"Mmmmmmm." Katie moaned.

Mark was the best kisser she'd ever met. He just turned her to jelly. Katie had been dating since junior high, and she'd even gone all the way a few times, but Mark was the first adult male in her life. He was experienced, sophisticated, and very confident. She felt dizzy with desire for him.

He kissed her till she was creaming right through her panties. He probed her mouth with his hot tongue and ran his hands over her firm sleek body. Suddenly Katie didn't care if he was married. She didn't care that she hardly knew the man. Whatever he wanted to do with her, she was ready for it. She shivered with longing.

Mark drew back and smiled at her. "I guess you didn't mind that too much, did you?" he asked calmly.

"N-no," Katie stuttered. "I wouldn't mind if you did it again, Professor I mean, Mark."

He kissed her again, cramming her mouth with his big hot tongue. He deftly unbuttoned her blouse and drew it open. With one hand he reached behind her and unhooked her bra. This guy had definitely been around. Katie was positive she wasn't the first student he'd seduced.

She didn't care about that, either. Here was her chance to make love with an adult male who knew what he was doing. She wasn't going to pass it up. She didn't make a murmur of protest as he slid his hands onto her naked tits and began molding and squeezing the sensitive melons.

Her large pink nipples stiffened under his caressing fingers. She creamed uncontrollably, soaking through her panties. No man had ever turned her on like this. But then she'd dated only clumsy and inexperienced boys. She couldn't control herself around this confident older man.

Mark eased her down on the couch and broke the kiss. Katie lay there flushed and panting as he fondled her gorgeous big tits. She was squirming with horniness by now, and she just couldn't stop her hot creaming. She couldn't kid herself, either. She wanted the handsome professor to fuck her silly. If he wanted to, she wasn't going to resist.

"Mmmmmm, Mark, you're getting me so excited!" she moaned.

"Good," he said. "We're going to have a wonderful time together, Katie."

Katie was sure of that. She just lay there and gurgled with excitement as he teased her nipples into long stiff nubs. He dipped his head down, stuck out his tongue, and began lashing it over her engorged nipples. It felt so sensuous, she couldn't help moaning and writhing.

Mark must have seen that she wouldn't fight him. He didn't ask permission to take off her jeans and panties. He just did it. She lay there naked and trembling as he studied her small, neat blonde bush. He slid his hands between her thighs and touched the scorching wet flesh of her gash.

"You're very turned on, aren't you, Katie?" he asked gently.

"Yes, I am!" she moaned.

"Excellent," he said. "This is going to be great. I want you to take my clothes off now. Don't worry, the door is locked."

At that point Katie didn't care about the door, either. She didn't care if somebody walked in on them. She started pulling off Mark's clothes and ogling his hard tan body. When she got down to his shorts, her hands were shaking. She peeled the shorts carefully down over the big hard bulge at his crotch.

She gave a hoarse little moan when she saw his cock. It was the biggest one she'd ever seen, and it was hard as steel. It wagged stiffly before him, oozing thick globs of cream. The wrist thick shaft bulged with blue veins. Katie petted the engorged hot column of meat.

Mark snorted with lust. His handsome face was flushed, his eyes hot with desire. He studied her tall stacked body and gave a low growl of lust. While she petted his cock, he sawed a finger stiffly over her clit and gave her a hot steady buzz of pleasure.

"Oooooooh, God!" Katie whimpered.