divorced dad!beau arlen calls his young, attractive live-out housekeeper early in the morning for a quickie before taking his daughter out for the day
18+ dead dove: do not eat smut, significant age gap (both characters are adults), masturbation, oral sex (both receiving), unprotected morning sex, both are pervs, you as his young live-out housekeeper
notes: i fear this might be the freakiest thing i've written so far LOL also pls excuse any grammar mistakes, typos, and weird ass wording cause english is not my first language and my back is killing me rn. enjoy ♡
Both of your legs are spread wide on the kitchen counter, giving your employer, Beau Arlen, room to bury his head between your thighs.
His warm tongue begins to sweep across your wet pussy, sucking on your clit in between licks; you squirm beneath the tickling stimulation, pressing your lower lip between your teeth, almost letting out a high-pitched moan.
With your ankles resting on either side of his shoulders, Beau slides his middle and ring fingers deep inside your pussy, digging his fingers inside you, burying his head between your thighs to eat your pussy out with his mouth, and going at it brutally.
A soft moan slips from your lips as you squeeze your eyes shut, struggling to bear the stimulation of his fingers filling your pussy.
His heavy stubble feels rough yet soft at the same time, tickling your skin as it brushes against you, which might leave a slight redness around your crotch. And that doesn't bother you at all—in fact, the sensation turns you on even more. Besides, you’re always wondering what it feels like to have his stubble against your pussy during oral sex.
A moan escapes his lips as he devours your pussy with his tongue—it sounds deep and heavy, as if it’s muffled by your pussy, bringing you to the brink of orgasm.
You press his head deeper into your pussy, making it feel like you’re grinding your pussy against his face.
“Beau… d– daddy, I want to—”
The words get stuck in your throat, unable to express what you want to say while your hands are squeezing your boobs the moment you let the orgasm wash over you.
The beating of your heart still feels a bit faster than usual, though it’s slowly returning back to normal. Those muscles that were tense before, you can feel them loosen up now. You pull your fingers out of your pussy, letting those dirty fantasies of your employer, Beau Arlen, fade away from your mind. Thinking about how far you let your mind wander that wild puts you in an awkward state because you’re going to see him in person later this morning— though, deep down, you know you don’t really regret it.
You haven't even recovered from your orgasm but then your phone rings—someone is calling you.
“Come on, it's not even 6 a.m. yet,” you say to yourself, thinking maybe it's your mom or dad who wants to check on you or see if you're awake yet, worrying that you'll be late for work.
Except that name—the name of the man you were just fantasizing about—is the one flashing on your phone screen when you peek to see who's calling you this early in the morning.
Your breathing, which had just started to calm down, quickens again when you see his name on your phone screen. Quickly, you take a deep breath, steadying your breathing before you pick up the call, hoping your voice will sound as calm as you’re trying to make it.
Once you’ve made sure your breathing has calmed down, you reach for your phone that’s still ringing, and swipe the green icon to answer the call.
The sound of Beau’s voice comes through the phone, his tone calm, but that just makes him sound effortlessly sexy at the same time.
“Morning, darling. I was about to hang up—thought you were still sleeping.”
“Good morning, sir,” you answer quickly, trying to sound as calm as possible, though your breathing hasn’t fully returned to normal yet.
There's a soft chuckle coming from the other end of the line.
“What'd I say about calling me sir?”
But then there’s a slight shift in his tone, his playful tone fading a bit.
“Are you… okay?” he asks, keeping his voice casual but sounding a slight bit of concern. “You sound—”
Before he finishes his sentence, you interrupt with, “I—I’m fine, sir.”
You hear a soft groan that sounds closer to amusement than annoyance.
“C’mon…” he mutters, then chuckles.
“Call me Beau, will you?”
Damn, his groan turns you on again.
You chuckle along, sounding a bit awkward for trying to distract him from the fact that you sound a little strange.
A quiet chuckle rumbles through the phone.
You shake your head, chuckling to yourself, not expecting him to keep bringing up his nickname; meanwhile your hand travels down between your thighs, stroking your pussy lips again to the sound of his voice.
“Alright,” he mumbles. “I won’t waste any more of your time.”
There’s a brief pause before you start circling your clit with your finger.
“I’m calling because I need your help,” he says.
“Yeah, and what can I do for you, Beau?” you answer in a tone that’s unintentionally coming out a bit seductive because you’re masturbating.
A soft chuckle comes from the other end. You can hear him clear his throat before he speaks again.
“So, here’s the thing. I have plans to take Emily out this morning. It’s the weekend, so… it’s my turn to spend time with her. But there’s one thing I need to take care of before we leave.”
He pauses for a moment while you're rubbing your pussy harder, you just hum, “Mhm?”
“So… I want to ask you a favor. If you have time this morning, could you help me out?” he asks.
A wide smile spreads across your face when you hear his explanation, though he can’t see you.
“Sure, Beau,” you answer with no second thought.
“Whatever you need me to do, just tell me.”
You bite your lower lip, holding back a moan as you feel a ticklish sensation in your pussy.
Beau doesn’t answer right away, like he’s struggling to find the right words. But there’s a slight change in his breathing, yet his tone still sounds calm.
“Yeah… yeah,” he mutters, taking a small breath.
“Can you come over here now?”
“Sure, Beau. I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” you say before ending the call.
Once the call ends, you lower your phone, placing it to the side.
Your fingers roughly rub the wetness of your pussy, talking to yourself, “Oh my Beau Arlen, what a sexy cock! I mean, voice, gosh.”
You pull your fingers away from your pussy, which is now getting even wetter, realizing that you’re still wrapped in the towel that was draped around your body—though it now looks disheveled from masturbating—with your hair still damp after you took a shower like 30 minutes ago.
You quickly re-tie the towel around your body tighter, heading to the closet to grab some clothes. There’s no time to procrastinate—Beau is expecting you soon, which means you need to get ready real quick.
At Beau’s house, you knock on the door a few times.
“Beau?” you call out, waiting a few seconds.
There’s no answer from inside.
You try to knock once more, a little harder, but there’s still no sound from the house, so you reach for the doorknob—it’s unlocked.
“Beau?” you call out once more before you carefully open the door.
You step inside, letting the door close behind you.
The house seems peaceful, making you wonder if he’s out or maybe he’s just getting himself ready for the day.
Then you hear Beau’s voice coming from his room.
“I’m here,” he calls out.
His bedroom door is half opened. You can see his hair looks freshly washed, still damp, as you walk towards his room.
“Sorry, thought I still had a few minutes,” he says with a small chuckle.
You raise an eyebrow, leaning against the doorframe of his bedroom.
“You’re the one who said to come right away.”
Beau lets out a soft chuckle, shaking his head.
He takes a shallow breath before walking toward you. There’s a change in his tone—less playful compared to the lighthearted banter that had filled the conversation earlier.
“Now, about the favor I asked you for.”
You listen to him, waiting for his explanation.
He pauses for a moment like he’s gathering his thoughts before speaking.
“I’ve never really talked about this, but,” he says.
You just stare at him, giving him space to continue.
“You know, my ex-wife and I got divorced three years ago.”
He continues, “She’s now happily married and living a new life with her new husband. I’m glad she’s happy—I really am.”
He takes a brief pause, looking away toward the window.
“It’s just that… I only get to spend time with my daughter on weekends. And sometimes it feels like I’m missing out on so much of her life.”
He speaks in a calm tone with a hint of exhaustion that’s starting to creep in.
“Work’s been hectic as well. I have a lot to deal with. Case after case keeps coming in, people keep coming to me for help, it feels like whenever I solve one problem, another ten decide to show up.”
He lets out a humorless chuckle.
“I’ve spent so long fixing everybody else’s problems. Funny how I always seem to know what to do when it’s somebody else’s problem. But mine?”
Beau lets out a sigh again.
“Since I only get to spend time with my daughter on the weekends, I can’t let her see this side of me. She doesn’t need to see her dad struggling. I just want her to feel like everything’s perfectly fine when she’s with me.”
Beau takes a long pause before finishing his thought.
“I know this might sound selfish,” he says softly.
“But I need someone right now.”
He runs his hand over his face again, looking like he’s struggling to come up with the right words.
“I’m not asking you to solve my problems. I just… need someone to let out whatever I’ve been holding in.”
“And I— I don’t know, I trust you, somehow.”
You stare at him for a few seconds before letting out a chuckle, trying to lighten the mood that feels so heavy.
“So...” you say, raising an eyebrow, with a playful tone in your voice, “Are you saying that you want to yell in my face to let it all out?”
Beau lifts the corners of his lips at your attempt to lighten the mood.
“No, that’s not what I’m saying,” he mutters, chuckling.
“I mean, you know… I’m a grown man with biological needs.”
You stare into his eyes, trying to process what he just said because you really never expected him to say that to you.
Eyes unconsciously wander down to the towel that’s wrapped around his waist, where the bulge of his erect cock shows through; he looks a bit surprised, but chuckling and say, “Eyes up here, darling.”
You swallow hard, realizing that he just caught you staring. Your eyes dart away, trying hard to act like nothing happened, despite your face starting to burn from the embarrassment.
You part your lips like you want to say something, yet you hesitate, while your fingertips play with the cuff of your sleeve before you clear your throat.
“…You mean you want to…” you ask in a hesitant voice, almost a whisper.
You bite your lower lip gently, too shy to even finish the question.
Beau catches the change in your expression—the way your lips part like you’re about to say something, then close again because you’re hesitant.
The tone of his voice is low, sounds apologetic.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to…”
He shakes his head, trying to explain himself.
“Gosh, what the hell did I just– I’m really sorry.”
“I do have needs, just like any other grown-up. But that’s something I have to deal with myself—it’s not something I should be asking you to– especially not asking you to help with … something like that.”
You watch his expression; the guilt on his face is so obvious that you find yourself almost chuckling.
Instead of feeling uncomfortable, you actually find it endearing to see this man—who’s usually calm and charming—now acting flustered.
“Hey, don’t worry… I don’t mind that, really,” you say sincerely, along with a sweet smile to break the awkwardness.
He looks deep into your eyes, trying to figure out if you're really mean it. Then the smile on your face turns somewhat mischievous.
You glance up at him—from his eyes down to the bulge of his erect cock, which is clearly visible through his towel —then bring your gaze back to his eyes, this time with confidence.
“…I think it’s natural for a man your age to have biological needs.”
You say it casually, with no judgment or mockery in your tone.
“If all you need is someone to take out whatever’s been weighing on your mind...”
“...just take it out on me.”
You grab his hand, stroke his knuckles with your thumb, guiding his hand to cup your boob through your shirt, squeezing it with his palm.
Beau still freezes, just staring down at his hand, which is squeezing your boob, while his brain struggles to process whatever’s going on right now. His gaze shifts from your eyes to your hand, then back again, holding his breath.
You step a little closer toward him—so close that your bodies are almost pressed together—to cup his jaw, closing the remaining distance between you with your lips touching his in a brief, gentle kiss.
His eyes are still open for a moment—clearly not expecting you to take the first move—before he shuts his eyes, kissing you deeper with his hands, squeezing your boobs harder on his initiative. You can even physically feel the bulge of his erect cock through his towel.
Beau slides his hand down to stroke your pussy through your shorts. As you lose yourself in his kiss, you slip the towel off his waist, hands reaching to grab his cock.
His moan breaks the kiss as your soft hand strokes his huge, hard cock—as if he hasn’t been touched by a woman in a long time, well indeed, he hasn’t.
Beau rests his forehead against yours, still breathing heavily, eyes tightly shut.
He takes a deep breath, opening his eyes to reveal a clear look of regret on his face.
“I have to pick up my daughter.
“I should be there in about twenty minutes.”
His thumb traces your cheek, unable to bring himself to let this moment end.
Beau still hasn't pulled himself away. His forehead still rests against yours, your breaths mingling within inches of each other..
“I really have to go, but—”
His lips curve into a faint smile.
“…Just a little longer, okay?”
His voice is low, with a small, resigned chuckle.
“I need you so bad, darling.”
He presses his mouth against yours in an impatient motion, leaning forward to guide you to the bed and pushing your body down onto it. Without wasting a moment, his fingers quickly unbutton your shirt, pulling down your shorts with his other hand while still kissing you passionately.
He tosses your shorts onto the floor, rubbing your pussy through your panties—so wet they’re soaked through the fabric—making you squirm before pulling you close to unhook your bra, tossing it and your shirt onto the floor.
“Damn, you’re so gorgeous, sweetheart,” he grins.
Not wanting to waste any more time, you slip off your panties. Then he crawls on top of you, letting his big, veiny cock slide into your pussy—the same pussy you’d been playing with yourself this morning while fantasizing him.
Moans escape both of your mouths, your hips thrusting forward, feeling his cock slide deeper and deeper into your pussy.
His tongue licks your hard nipples in between the thrusts of his cock inside your pussy, occasionally sucking on them and squeezing your breasts with his hands. His heavy stubble pricks your skin, which makes you even more turned on; his cock thrusts harder and harder into your pussy because there's no time to waste—he needs to cum as fast as possible.
A high-pitched moan escapes your lips; the way he’s fucking you right now is beyond your wildest expectations.
His tongue swirls around your nipple, sucking on it a little longer—you can even feel his teeth on your nipple—before he pulls his mouth away, pushing his cock harder and deeper inside you.
“Damn, you feel so good,” he says, placing his thumb on your clit, stroking and circling it, making the walls of your pussy squeeze his cock even tighter.
“Fuck. That’s it, darl," he says, pulling his cock out of your pussy to thrusting it back in, pounding you even harder inside.
A loud groan bursts from his lips. He quickly pulls his cock out of your pussy; his cum is dripping out of your pussy a few drops while he aims his cock at your belly to release the rest of his cum onto your belly.
His fucking groan again. Especially this time you caused it.
You’re squirming your body and letting out a moan, feeling his warm cum on your belly.
“Look at you… such a mess,” he chuckles, watching you covered in his cum.
You let out a chuckle, wiping his cum off your belly and licking it off your finger.
“It’s okay, I’ll clean it up myself.”
Seeing you taste his cum surprises him a bit, but he chuckles and says, “Hey, you don’t have to taste that.”
“Why not? It tastes sooo good,” you say casually, wiping his remaining cum off your belly to taste it again.
There's still some cum smeared on his cock; as soon as you notice it, you crawl over to him, reaching his cock so you can clean his remaining cum off his cock with your mouth. That way, he doesn’t have to clean it up himself.
“Darling, darling, come on, I have to pick up my daughter,” he chuckles, feeling your warm mouth sucking on the tip of his cock then licking his shaft.
You take your mouth off his cock, looking up at him.
“Where’s my ‘thank you’?” you ask playfully.
He chuckles softly—it’s his first time seeing this side of you; normally, you’re always so polite to him.
He leans in toward you, pressing his lips against yours before pulling away, saying, “Thank you, darling.”
“You’re welcome, sir,” you say sweetly, winking at him.
The look on his face gave off a sense of satisfaction and relief, putting him in a much better mood to face the day. You could see the brightness in his eyes, now that whatever was weighing on his mind seemed to have finally melted away. And that was the last time you saw him before he left to pick up his daughter at his ex-wife’s house.
The walls of your pussy still recognize how his cock filled you earlier—plus, you haven’t cum yet. Not that you mind, though; whatever makes Beau Arlen pleased.
You sit on the edge of his bed for a moment with your hair still a little messy. You grab your top and underwear—which he took off earlier—and put them on lazily before going back to your duties as Beau’s live-out housekeeper just like you always do. Your shorts are left in his room on purpose—you’ll put them on later.
The first thing that comes to your mind is doing the laundry.
Now you sit cross-legged on the floor in the laundry room, opening the laundry basket to check out the dirty clothes inside, sorting them by color and fabric type, and checking every pocket to make sure they’re empty.
The laundry basket isn’t too full. There are only the clothes he wore yesterday, along with something he wore last night. But then you notice his briefs tucked among the clothes in the basket.
Without thinking, you take his briefs out of the basket and start sniffing right where his cock was. A faint scent of his cock still somehow clings to the fabric, proving that he took them off not too long ago.
Your intrusive thoughts start wandering through your mind. The more you try to push them away, the stronger they get.
The thoughts eventually take over you. You know better than to let those thoughts control you, but you find it much easier to let them win—letting yourself slip off your panties, pressing Beau’s briefs directly against your pussy, then rubbing it. Imagining like it’s his cock rubbing against your pussy lips.
“Ah… Beau, fuck… your cock feels so so so good, daddy,” you moan, squeezing your boob with your other hand.
The friction of his briefs against your pussy makes you squirm as you rub it harder and harder, getting his briefs all wet because of your pussy.
You’ve completely lost your mind, rubbing your pussy against your employer’s briefs like that. But then again, considering you didn’t get to cum earlier, of course that’s still got you horny and the need to satisfy yourself.
Your breath comes in gasps, legs are trembling, eyes tightly shut, with your fingers still rubbing your pussy hard through the fabric of his briefs. Every muscle in your body tenses, letting the orgasm wash over you.
After reaching orgasm, you pull his underwear away from your pussy. It looks so wet, coated with your pussy juices.
“Fuck, what was I thinking?” you say to yourself, throwing your head back toward the ceiling in regret over what you just did—and that’s when you realize there’s a CCTV camera at the upper corner of the laundry room wall.
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