The Cleaning Lady
By A.J. Brown
College dorm cleaning lady offers other services


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Kyle lay on his bed as Dafna Eckstein, the dormitory cleaning lady, walked in
his dorm room and closed and locked the door behind her. She had put her
cleaning rag on the outside doorknob so Kyle's roommate knew not to come in.
Kyle pulled the fifty dollars cash out of his pocket. He knew Dafna was not
going to perform her services without getting paid. Kyle was disappointed in
himself for giving so much money to Dafna but he couldn't help it. The
thirty-five year old woman knew how to give a hand job and Kyle couldn't get
enough of them. It was far better than any sex he could get from all of the
inexperienced girls that went to college. And there was no effort involved
other than giving her the fifty dollars.

As Kyle lay on the bed, Dafna walked towards him seductively. She was not
particularly attractive, especially when she was dressed in her cleaning lady
attire but knowing what Kyle had ahead of him made his cock get extremely
hard. She walked toward him wearing a hairnet, apron, worn out pants, a worn
out shirt, and her work boots. She was tall for a woman standing at close to
five feet eight inches tall. She had very pale skin and a pointy nose. She had
long brown hair but it was all bunched up in the hairnet.

"Pay up" Dafna said with a seductive smile as she approached the bed. Kyle
handed her the fifty dollars and she put it in her pocket. She then started to
unbutton Kyle's pants. He loved it when she did that. She did it nice and
slowly to always build up the greatness of what was next. She smiled at him
with her older woman smile and she pulled down his pants and then pulled down
his boxer shorts. She then grabbed his cock with her long, pale, bony fingers.
She didn't have the prettiest hand in the world but that right hand of hers
sure knew how to do the job. She immediately squeezed his cock hard and when
she did that it made his cock even harder than it already was. He moaned a
little bit as the wonderful experience began.

"Oh you like that don't you?" she asked with a smile as she started tugging
away at his dick. "None of these little college girls can satisfy you like
Dafna can, can they?"

"No they can't Dafna" he breathed out. He could barely talk because he was
breathing so heavily. He could feel the cum in his dick and after only about
ten seconds he could feel it ready to come out. He knew he had to control
himself because once he came Dafna's work was done. Whether it took twenty
second or twenty minutes the job was done when the guy would cum. That was the
agreement Dafna had with her clients so Kyle had to control himself. He hated
that this older cleaning lady had this much control over him. Fifty dollars
per visit was a lot of money. He had the money because he was a bartender and
he made good money but the fifty bucks was almost what he made every Friday in
tips. Dafna's average client saw her twice a month but Kyle was so addicted to
her that he was seeing her weekly so he'd work hard at the bar every Friday
night just to have all of his tips go to her. He wanted to stop seeing her, he
really did, but it was an addiction that he couldn't kick.

As he thought more about the control Dafna had over him she gave his hard dick
a couple of good yanks and he then felt himself cum all over the place. Dafna
just smiled at him and let go of his dick. There it went. Many hard hours
worked at the bar gone in about two minutes. He lay there in his own cum as
Dafna got ready to make a quick exit. "Same time next week?" she asked. Kyle
wanted to say "no" but who was he kidding? He knew he'd need to see her again.
He nodded and she smiled and left.

Dafna left Kyle's dorm room, fifty dollars richer after just a few minutes of
work. Her little side job there was supplementing her minimum wage income as a
cleaning lady very well. She went to the ladies room to wash her hands. Sure
it was a disgusting job to give hand jobs to all of these college guys all of
the time but the way she looked at it, it wasn't anymore disgusting than
cleaning the dorm bathrooms after a weekend of all of these college kids
partying. It was a lot easier, a lot quicker, and it paid a lot more money.
She worked forty hours a week as a cleaning lady and giving the hand jobs
normally took her about five to twenty minutes per customer for a quick fifty
bucks cash. She was to the point where she was averaging four customers a day
so the job was earning her about a thousand dollars per week all under the
table. She was definitely the wealthiest cleaning lady that worked for the
college. Realistically she could have quit her job as a cleaning lady and just
lived off her side job but she feared that she'd be drawing attention to
herself if she didn't have a full time job on the books. She also liked the
cleaning job because it gave her easy access to get in and out of the dorms
she needed to, to keep her little business going. After Dafna thoroughly
washed her hands up she pushed her mop and bucket to her next job she had.
This was a new client she was going to be seeing. His name was Michael.

Michael lay on his bed waiting for Dafna Eckstein to knock on his dorm room
door. This was going to be his first time taking advantage of Dafna's
services. He was a little nervous about doing this but he had heard so many
things from his buddies about how great she was so he felt he really needed it
for a number of reasons. He had told his roommate she was coming over and his
roommate agreed to give him the room to himself for a little while. He heard a
knock on the door. "Come in" he said. His college was a pretty friendly place
and it was common just to invite people in when he knocked on the door. He
hoped that it was Dafna that was going to walk in. Friends of his would often
pop-in to visit so there was no guarantee it was going to be her. If it was a
friend of his, especially a girl, and Dafna showed up when that friend was
there Michael would find that quite embarrassing. He wished that he had locked
the door and checked who it was before he gave the invitation to walk right
in. He looked to see who was coming in the door and he was relieved that it
was, in fact, Dafna but he did feel nervous now that she was here.

Dafna closed the door behind her when she walked in. "Hello Michael" she said
with a very friendly tone. "It's nice to meet you." Michael checked Dafna out.
He remembered the first time he saw her. She did look better than the other
cleaning ladies in the building but that wasn't saying much. All of the other
cleaning ladies were overweight, with bad haircuts, and didn't look like they
took very good care of their bodies as a whole. Dafna didn't look that bad but
just knowing she was a cleaning lady made it that he never found her very
attractive. He looked at her pale skin and her pointy nose and then looked at
her dressed in her cleaning lady uniform. He wondered why he was about to
spend fifty dollars for her to touch his dick. But then he looked at her some
more and something about having this older woman in here about to pleasure him
enticed him and he relaxed a little bit.

"I always enjoy a first time client" Dafna said and she walked closer to
Michael laying there. He was exciting as he looked at her. But his dick wasn't
hard. He was hoping this wouldn't happen. He looked at her body hoping to get
on a hard-on but he couldn't. He didn't want her to pull his pants down when
his dick was so limp.

"I need you to pay up before I do anything" Dafna said to him and she held her
hand out. "Fifty dollars please." Michael thought about it. He hadn't given
her the money yet and it still wasn't too late to back out. Did he really want
to spend fifty dollars of his hard earned money on this? What if he didn't
cum? What a waste that would be. But then he remembered the guarantee that
Dafna would jerk him off until he did cum. That was the whole reason he agreed
to this in the first place. He pulled out fifty dollars in cash and handed it
to her. Now it was in her hands and it was time to move forward.

"Thank you very much" she said with a confident smile and she pocketed the
money. She then took her hand and started rubbing his cock through his pants.
This made his cock a little hard but not much. She rubbed it some more and
looked at him as she did so. "You want me to pull down your pants and touch it
for real, darling?" she asked with a smile and Michael nodded. She undid his
belt and unbuttoned his jeans. She pulled down his pants and then pulled down
his boxers. She looked at his cock and gave a confused look which he didn't
like at all. She gently touched his dick.

"Wow you are not really hard" she observed. "I think this is the first time I
have ever pulled down a customer's pants and he wasn't hard." Hearing Dafna
say that embarrassed Michael a great deal. He could tell by Dafna's expression
that she knew she had embarrassed him and that saying that probably wasn't
appropriate.

"Well that's OK" she said gently. "We will just have to do something about
that." Dafna grabbed his cock and started jerking him off. He could tell right
away she knew what she was doing. She tugged it hard and just right and
definitely did it far better than any of the girls at school did. Michael
enjoyed it. But his dick wasn't getting any harder.

"Damn" she said. "I guess I'm going to have to go to Plan B. I've never gone
to Plan B before. You are lucky." Before Michael had a chance to wonder what
Plan B was, Dafna took her hand off of his dick and pulled her shirt off. She
wore a white bra and her tits were enormous. That cleaning uniform she wore
really hid them. Her upper body was very pale but those wonderful tits made
her fair skin not very noticeable. He started to get excited. She started to
jerk him off again. A woman with great tits was jerking him off. It didn't get
much better than this. Michael loved it. But his dick still wasn't hard. Dafna
spent the next five minutes or so jerking him off but it wasn't doing any
good. He could tell she was starting to get annoyed.

"Damn" she said. "My hand is getting tired here. I didn't realize I was this
unattractive to you. How do the girls around school make you cum?" And with
this question Michael felt his face instantly get beat red. The truth was that
never once had he cum from any kind of sexual encounter he had with the girls
at school. In fact he had only cum a few times in his life and those were from
wet dreams that he had. It was strange to him because those dreams always
involved him getting pushed around by a girl in some sort of way and he never
understood why he would cum from a dream like that. But now he had a problem
because he hadn't answered Dafna's question yet and she now gave him an
inquisitive look.

"Wait a minute" she said. "Have you EVER had a girl make you cum?" Michael
hesitated again and now his secret that he was able to keep his entire college
career was revealed to someone.

"Don't lie to me" she said. "It's dumb to do that. I can't help you if you are
not honest with me. Don't worry. Anything you tell me is confidential. I
respect the privacy of all of my clients." And as she said this she jerked his
dick a bit harder. She was being a bit bossy and that got Michael a bit
excited. He was also happy that he finally had someone he could confess his
secret to.

"Never" he said to her shyly. "I don't know why."

"Hmmm" Dafna said and she looked at Michael objectively. "I've heard about
this before. I think I have a solution." And then Michael was quite surprised
as Dafna yanked him by the hair and pulled him off the bed. It hurt like hell
and his eyes watered up immediately. He had no idea why she was doing this and
it made him angry.

"Get off of me" he said and he tried to pull her hand off his hair. When he
did so Dafna put her long, bony, fingers around his neck and easily threw him
to the ground. He couldn't believe how strong she was. He thought men were
always supposed to be stronger than women but with the strength and force that
she took him down with he didn't feel stronger than her at all. In fact he
felt afraid of her. She threw him on his back and then choked him with her
strong hand.

"You little college boys are so puny and weak" she mocked. "You strut around
campus thinking you are big tough men but deep down inside you are physically
and mentally weak. You're just college boys. You haven't experienced anything
yet. Well, you are about to experience something." When Michael couldn't
handle being choked any longer Dafna took her hand off of his throat so he was
finally able to breathe. She was still sitting right on top of him and he was
still terrified.

"HEL-" he started to scream for help but Dafna quickly sealed his mouth shut
with her strong hand before he was able to make enough noise to be heard.

"Don't you dare start making a lot of noise" she warned and then she pointed a
finger at him. "If you start screaming I will choke you until I knock you out.
Now keep your mouth shut, bitch, and do what I say." Michael had never been so
terrified of someone in his life and he couldn't believe he was experiencing
such fear at the hands of some cleaning lady. Dafna slowly took her hand off
of his mouth but she looked at him with big eyes and pointed at him signaling
that he damn well better not open his mouth. He lay there speechless and in
complete terror of what she was going to do to him.

With a big smile on her face Dafna used her long, bony fingers to start
tickling Michael at his hips. Other girls had tickled him before and he was
able to at least pretend like he wasn't ticklish but the second Dafna touched
him he started giggling. She just smiled with satisfaction as he laughed
uncontrollably. Michael was embarrassed that she was able to make him burst
out laughing with such ease. It made him feel as weak as her pinning him down
made him feel. Dafna then used the opportunity of Michael being weakened to
take his shirt and pull it off over his head. He now lay on the ground under
her with no shirt on. The whole thing now just felt kind of weird.

Dafna then quickly stood up. His shoes were already off and she pulled his
socks off. His pants were already unbuttoned from when she was jerking him off
so she grabbed the ankles of his pants and pulled them completely off. She
then grabbed the bottom of his boxers and pulled them off so he was completely
naked. He was terrified and couldn't believe what this cleaning lady was doing
to him. For a brief second he looked down at his naked body and his fear
briefly went away when he noticed that his dick was finally starting to get
hard. He found it very ironic that it was finally happening when it looked
like he was well past the point of getting the hand job that he wanted.

Dafna picked up Michael's pants and pulled his belt from out of the belt loops
on his pants. She then took each end of the belt and put it together, raised
her eyebrows, and held the belt like she was going to whip him with it.
Michael felt like he was going to piss himself. What kind of sadistic bitch
was this? Everyone else that had told Michael about her told him how awesome
she was at what she did, so why was she being so incredibly cruel to him? If
it wasn't bad enough that he had problems getting hard now this crazy woman
was going to make things much worse by torturing him like it was medieval
times. He looked in her eyes and she looked insane. Michael had to get out of
his dorm room even if he had to run out in the hall completely naked.

He tried to quickly get to his feet but once Dafna saw him starting to get up
she landed her bony butt right on his stomach, knocking the wind out of him,
and immediately sending him right back to the ground. As she sat on him she
covered his mouth again to prevent him from making anymore noise but she
didn't really have to do that as he had no air to make any kind of sound after
taking that hard hit from her ass right into his stomach.

"Don't you dare try to resist me" she warned while still smiling. "If you try
and resist this it is going to be much, much worse, I promise you. If you just
cooperate, this will all be over with before you know it." Dafna took her hand
off of his mouth again and slowly got back up to her feet. She got up very
slowly and kept an eye on Michael to make sure that he did not get up. He was
still trying to catch his breath so he didn't really have a choice but to stay
put.

Dafna then took the belt and whipped him hard across the chest with it. The
pain was unbearable. She didn't hold back at all and it stung him beyond
belief. The incredible pain started right in his chest where she whacked him
and quickly spread throughout his body. He wanted to scream but he didn't want
Dafna to cut off his ability to breathe on top of this. He also felt like he
was going to vomit.

Before he was done getting over the initial pain Dafna whacked him hard in the
chest again. He couldn't help himself. Tears started pouring down his face.
The pain was immense and he didn't know what he had done to deserve this. All
he wanted was a simple hand job.

"Awe, is the little baby going to cry?" Dafna mocked. "You think you are a big
college man? You are not a man at all. You are just a little baby. Cry for me
little baby." The pain and now the mocking on top of it made things even worse
and Michael cried some more. He felt so helpless at the mercy of this woman.
He was at the mercy of a cleaning lady in her thirties. He couldn't take it at
all. He cried some more.

Dafna didn't let up because of the crying. She then gave him two more whacks
right in the chest with the belt. It was the most pain he had ever felt and
there wasn't a thing he could do to stop it. He was too weak to fight back. If
he tried to fight back he knew he would just lose and set himself up for even
worse torture. But he couldn't bear another hit from that belt. He had to suck
up his pride and beg her to stop.

"Please stop" he cried. "Please, please stop I am begging you."

"What was that?" Dafna teased and she bent down and put her ear close to
Michael's mouth. "What did you ask me?"

"I asked you to please stop, Dafna" Michael begged after a brief hesitation.
"This hurts too bad and I can't take it. Please stop."

"He-he-he" she giggled with satisfaction. "Do you need to beg Dafna to stop?
Poor widdle baby. Tell you what. I'll stop on one condition." She then took
her foot which was wearing a black, thick work boot, and she stuck it right
next to his face. "Lick my boots" Dafna ordered. Michael turned his head and
just looking at those work boots that she was wearing and thinking about
licking them made him gag. Just from turning his head he smelt an awful smell
coming from them. Dafna was a cleaning lady and she cleaned the dorm halls and
the bathrooms. God knows what those work boots had walked through. He didn't
want to get whipped by the belt but he certainly did not want to lick those
disgusting boots she was wearing either.

"I'll get sick if I lick those" he pleaded. "Please, I'll do anything else but
that." Michael wondered why he even bothered saying that since he figured
Dafna was going to make him choose between the horrible pain of getting
whipped by the belt or the disgusting task of licking her work boots. She
looked at him for a second with an inquisitive look.

"You're probably right" Dafna said with satisfaction. "And I wouldn't want my
little bitch to get sick." Michael hated hearing her call him a bitch and he
really wanted to get up and punch her out. It drove him crazy that doing that
was not an option.

Dafna then sat down next to Michael and began taking her boots off. Under her
boots she wore these thick, sweaty gray socks. Michael could smell the odor
coming from those socks immediately when she took her boots off. She then took
her socks off. She threw the first sock behind her. She threw the second sock
at Michael's face and it landed directly lying across his face. The smell was
atrocious and Michael immediately threw it off his face. Dafna just giggled
when he did so. After he got the sock of off his face he looked at her feet.
They were not a pleasant thing for him to look at whatsoever. For one thing he
could tell that they were quite sweaty from being under those socks and boots
that Dafna was wearing. A strong odor came from them as well. But even if
Dafna's feet were washed clean Michael still would not want to be looking at
them. He figured that feet were expected to be pale since they typically
didn't see much sun but her feet were extremely pale to the point where her
skin looked unhealthy. Her feet were big and bony too and she had these long
bony toes. He looked at them and how gross they were and he found it extremely
fucking odd that as he looked at her feet he felt his cock starting to get
more hard again. He knew he hated looking at them, there wasn't a doubt in his
mind about that, so it made no sense to him that looking at them was making
his dick get hard. He didn't understand it at all. He just wished that Dafna
would put her socks and shoes back on so he wouldn't have to smell or look at
those nasty feet anymore.

Dafna then stood up. Michael feared he was going to have to endure more of the
belt. Instead Dafna put her bare foot right on the side of Michael's head. He
couldn't take the odor and he turned his head in the other direction. Dafna
moved her foot so it was right next to his face again.

"Lick it" she ordered. "My bare feet haven't walked through anything. Now lick
it." Michael couldn't do this. It was way too disgusting and way too
embarrassing. He was starting to think that getting whipped some more by the
belt would be a better idea. Before he had a chance to suggest that, Dafna
covered his face with her foot. The smell of it was now more powerful than
ever and he could feel the sweat from her sweaty foot touching his skin. He
grabbed Dafna's ankle to try and remove her foot from his face and she then
stuck her foot right in his mouth. He gagged immediately and hoped the gag
would get him some sympathy but instead it just made Dafna giggle some more.
She pushed her foot in and out of Michael's mouth forcing him to suck on it.
He used his hands to try and pull it out but her legs were way too strong and
he was unable to do so.

After deep throating him with her foot for a few minutes, Dafna finally took
it out of his mouth. She then put it right next to his face again. During that
brief break he realized that his dick was getting even harder but at that
point he would have much preferred to have Dafna gone, to him having a hard
dick. She held her foot right next to his head.

"Kiss it" she said rather loudly. "Kiss my sweaty, Jewish foot!" The
humiliation Michael was feeling from this was unbearable.

"You're not going to tell anyone about any of this are you?" he asked her. He
expected Dafna to mock him what he asked this but she actually looked at him
very seriously.

"Everything I do with my clients is confidential" she told him very sincerely.
"Don't you worry about that." And then before Michael could think of anything
else Dafna sat her bony butt on his stomach and put both of her feet on top of
his face. She then punched him in the thigh and the punch hurt. She rubbed her
feet on his face some more. She then gave him a quick little rabbit punch to
the side which also hurt. She proceeded to sit on him and take turns from
punching him somewhere to rubbing her nasty feet all over his face. Whenever
Dafna would hit Michael with a punch he would try and block it. Once he moved
his guard to block the punch she'd use the opening at his face to rub her feet
on his face. When she was rubbing her feet on his face he'd grab her ankles
and she'd use that opportunity to hit him with another punch giggling every
time she did so. This went back and forth for a few minutes. Dafna punched him
in the side, then rubbed her feet in his face, then punched him in the chest,
then rubbed her feet in his face, etc. etc. Michael couldn't do a thing to
stop her so he just lay there crying like a little baby. Dafna giggled away as
she beat and humiliated him, showing no sign of feeling even the least bit bad
for him.

Dafna then reached back to give Michael a punch in his thigh. When she did so
her hand rubbed against his cock. When this happened he realized he was
completely rock hard and he felt like his dick was going to erupt. This
confused him a great deal. Dafna was putting him through what was possibly the
worst experience of his life so why was he so incredibly horny at that moment?

"Ah, there we go" Dafna said after her hand rubbed against his cock. She then
got off of him and sat down right next to him. She kept her sweaty, bony foot
right on his face. She held his cock with her right hand and punched him right
in the stomach with her left hand. As she rubbed her foot on his face and
periodically punched him she vigorously jerked off his dick. Michael could not
believe how amazing it felt. He was still well aware of the painful punches
and the smelly foot on his face but the hand job she was giving him was
incredible and he moaned and moaned as she jerked him off harder. The hand job
felt amazing but at the same time it didn't. He felt sure that he was going to
cum any second but this was not how he wanted it. He had wanted to have a
nice, affectionate experience, that was what he had paid for. He didn't want
to cum all over the place while Dafna beat him down like this. He felt like he
was being abused as opposed to pleasured.

Michael then let out another loud moan and he didn't care who out in the halls
could hear him. Dafna tugged his dick just right and it felt absolutely
amazing. She took her foot off of his face, stopped punching him, and just
used all her energy to tug his dick as he shot cum everywhere. For someone
that had only cum a couple of times in his life from wet dreams he couldn't
believe how much semen he produced just then. He was shooting everywhere and
Dafna just smiled with satisfaction as she made his dick do so. Michael could
not believe how completely amazing this felt. He wanted Dafna and nothing but
Dafna.

Then she stopped. His dick started to go limp. It was all done. He lay on the
ground, naked, covered in his own mess. Dafna stood up and smiled. She put her
shirt back on. "Damn, my hand is killing me" she said as she looked down at
him. "You really made me work for that one." Now that it was over with Michael
did not feel good at all. An older, more experienced woman had just taken
Michael to a level he had never been to before. Everything that she had done
to him had been beyond his control. Yes it did feel great for a few seconds
but it may him feel very weird that she had abused him and just forced him to
cum like that even when he was telling her to stop. He felt violated and
abused and he felt like he was going to cry. He had a really weird feeling
going through him and he wanted Dafna to leave so he could be alone.

"I must admit, it was fun making you my bitch" Dafna said with a smile. "I
think next time you hire me I am going to make you go out there and clean the
bathrooms for me." This comment definitely got Michael's attention. There was
definitely not going to be a next time. If he even saw Dafna walking through
the halls it would make him sick. He needed to tell her that he wouldn't be
using her services again but he needed to be careful so he didn't get himself
beat up again.

"You know what, I actually probably won't hire you again" Michael said and he
found himself afraid just to tell her that. Dafna just laughed when he said
it.

"Ha-ha" she laughed. "That's what you think. Whether you know it yet or not
you need me and you can't live without me. Do you really think any of these
young, stupid college girls are going to be able to take you where I just took
you? Not a chance. Once you've experienced me nothing else is ever going to be
good enough for you. You can say that you don't want to see me again now but I
promise you that we'll be meeting again. Ta-ta for now! He-he-he." Dafna
giggled again and she walked out the door.

Later that night Michael lay in his bed. He couldn't get Dafna off of his
mind. He didn't want to think about her but she was turning into some
uncontrollable obsession that he couldn't stop thinking about. His dick was
rock hard. He couldn't fight the urge to lie under his covers and masturbate,
doing it nice and quietly so his roommate wouldn't hear. He made a mess over
himself again. As much as he wanted to he could not stop thinking about Dafna.
He eventually had to admit to himself that she was right and that he would be
hiring her again.

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