The Housekeeper And The Playboy (OPEN PM)

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

The Housekeeper And The Playboy (CLOSED)

Aubrey was 24 and the Housekeeper of Brandon Buchanan a man she had known since she was 5. Her mother had been his family’s Housekeeper before he had even been born. Brandon’s parents had let her mother bring her to work with her ever since she was 5 and she became friends with Brandon they use to play together. Brandon’s family was extremely rich and made their money through the hotels and restaurants they owned. The relationship between Aubrey and Brandon had always been a bit flirty and playful. The chemistry between them was rather intense neither of them had ever acted on it. He wasn’t much of a relationship kind of guy he had flings and one-night stands, and a part of Aubrey’s job was getting them to leave in the morning. Some of them just didn’t get he wasn’t a prince charming wanting more than just a fuck. She always teased him about the girls he brought home they were all the same dumb, rich trust fund babies who had nothing too them other than they looked good.

She was live in staff and he let her have the guesthouse all to herself and he had given her free range on decorating and his black card to buy whatever she wanted. She hadn’t really wanted to use the card, but he insisted because he wanted her to feel at home. She got up and showered before getting dressed and fixing her hair and make-up. She went about her job cleaning the kitchen and dining room before she checked the time and went to go give him his wake-up call and see if the girl from the night before had left yet or would she need send on her way. She went up to his room seeing the girl from the night before hadn’t left yet. She always felt embarrassed for these girls overstayed their welcome like they believed he would want to have breakfast with them and spend the day with them. She didn’t understand why these girls didn’t get it. He was always open with any girl he brought home he wasn’t interested in a relationship.

“Time for you go to. An Uber is waiting outside for you.” Aubrey said with a fake smile at the girl. The girl didn’t seem too pleased and was about to say something to her, but Aubrey passed her the dress from the night before and rushed her out of the house. She then opens the curtains letting in the sunlight. “Good morning sleeping beauty.” She said laughing. She turned to look at him running her finger through your hair. “Amazing choice in girls again so predictable. Dumb and rich your favourite combination.” She teased him. She walked over to the bed and noticed the girl had left her panties. "Oh look she left you souvenir!" She said laughing throwing the panties at him. "Would you like your breakfast in bed this morning?" She asked.

 

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Brandon was dimly aware of the shifting weight on the bed and the interchange of feminine voices as he groggily sought to remain immersed in his lingering morning slumber. He was dimly aware of the willowy limbs disentangling from his legs and the sheets, causing the luxuriously high threadcount material to pull away from his waist. He continued to pursue a few elusive Zs as the departure of his bedmate progressed.

Bright morning sun suddenly became impossible to ignore, and he squinted his eyes open and arched his neck at the playfully teasing voice welcoming him to the new day.

Aubrey. Sweet, beautiful, eminently loyal Aubrey, smiling at him bemusedly as he struggled to gather his thoughts. The unfortunate position of his sheets upon his body made it obvious that his nighttime companion's departure was a tad earlier than his cock preferred. His mind wasn't in complete communication with the rest of him yet, however, and he failed to recognize the extent of his unsated condition.

His eyes were just focussing on Aubrey's hands tracing her long tresses when he registered her comments on the profiling features of his departed privileged piece of ass. Well, they couldn't all fit the profile of his alluring longtime housekeeper, could they? More's the pity.

When the laughing wench tossed the left-behind thong at his chest, he locked eyes with her, lifted the garment to his nose for an indulgent whiff,. then tossed them aside. "put them with the rest when you get the chance, you disrectful little minx..." He neglected to add that he'd much prefer to replace that collection with a few entries of Aubrey's own contributions, but his eyes hinted volumes at the mischievous tart.

"Breakfast in bed? That might be .... delicious.... what are you offering this morning, Aubrey?" He used his PC muscles to cause his heavy shaft to surge just then, if only to bedevil his insoucient housekeeper.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey noticed his morning wood. She watched Brandon sniffing the girl’s left over panties. “God you are disgusting pervert Brandon and I am most definitely touching some whore’s panties so put them away yourself.” She said with a laugh. She walked to the foot of the bed and bent over picking up his clothes her ass was somewhat on show for him her dress had slid up just a little. She collected his clothes and held them in her arms. She turned to look at him as he asked what was on offer. She rolled her eyes at his devilish behaviour.

“Down boy you might want to deal with that before I bring breakfast.” She said with a smirk. She walked through into his bathroom and put his clothes in the washing basket. She walked back through. “I was thinking some eggs and bacon for breakfast. What do you think?” She said. She subtlety checked Brandon’s abs. He was an attractive man and she was more than attracted to him and there was such a fire between them, but nothing had ever happened maybe it was because they had known each other for so long or because he was her boss, or she didn’t just fawn all over the man.

Brandon was used to girls being willing to do whatever he wanted just because of his family name that came with power and money, but she didn’t care about that she genuinely cared for the man not the name. “Well I am gonna go start breakfast hopefully the morning wood is gone before I return, and you find some pants to wear because you are being very unprofessional Mr Buchanan.” She said teasing him playfully. She had seen him very near naked many a time and it did make her feel a certain way, but she would never act on it she didn’t want to ruin their longstanding friendship. She walked out of the room her hips swaying. She returned 20 minutes later with his breakfast on a tray and placed it down. “So, Brandon what do you have planned for today other than fucking another dumb airhead who has no personality?” She laughed.

 

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"Fucking precious little tart" is what he wanted to say in response to her offer of bacon and eggs for breakfast. He mused at the thought of what that would get him. Would she dare to present herself as a naked tart on a sterling silver tray, ass chilled on the cold hard metal, her mons garnished for his devouring?

Likely not. And she was anything but a tart, of course, as she had long demonstrated depth of personality far beyond that of the sluts he habitually wrecked in his capacious bed. Then her delightful arse was turned to him and he gave an inward groan and ran his fingers over his shaft in deft recognition of a need unmet.

When she departed with her menu plans and his discarded togs, he pursed his lips at her in a teasing kiss, and drank in the sway of her hips as she disappeared through the door.

Once she was gone, he dropped the thong in the trashbin, and padded naked into the bath.

He ran himself a shower, the water steaming off of his physique as he pointedly ignored the urge to satisfy his erection himself. He wasn't above spilling his seed in the shower, but he thought he detected a certain brinksmanship in Aubrey's manner toward him this morning. A fully loaded arsenal might be warranted, he thought to himself.

He was reclining on the somewhat straightened bed sheets when she returned with the tray, looking spiff and fresh from the water, freshly cologned, but covered by nothing more than a thick white towel around his waist.

He chuckled at her suggestion of his day's activities, and instead, patted the bed next to him.

"My next trollop is scheduled for 2pm, Aubs (he knew she hated that nickname, but liked to push that button), meeting up at the polo ground."

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Do not call me Aubs you know I hate it. Brandon why do you revolve your life around basic bitches who have no personality at all? Do you not want anything more?” Aubrey said. She sat down next to him on the bed crossing her legs. She played with her hair. She really liked Brandon and didn’t understand why he only seemed to spend time with bitches who only wanted him for his money and name. “You deserve more. I think you are a great guy who deserves someone who truly cares about you as a person not a name.” She said stroking his arm.

She stole a piece of bacon from his plate and seductively ate it moaning enjoying the crispy salty and sweet piece of bacon. “By the way your mother rang earlier requesting you attend her charity event Friday. She said no floozy dates. She joked that you should bring me.” She said. She had a good relationship with his family and although they were a high society family they didn’t treat her like staff they treated her more like family.

 

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Brandon refused to rise to her challenging of the quality of bitch he tended to bed. Not spend his seed into....the last thing he needed was one of those vacuous bitches coming after him with a love child and a suit for paternity. No, he spent his seed in asses, on faces, and on breasts....

He realized he'd drifted off into his own thoughts, but was brought around by the heartfelt moan from his housekeeper. Not clearly back with himself yet, the moan prompted him to reach with his hand to stroke her inner thigh. When he realized whose thigh he was stroking, he stopped his stroke abruptly, met her eyes, winked, and took anothe piece of bacon from his plate and held it temptingly before her lush lips.

"Open up, Aubs...let me feed you...."

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey was surprised by Brandon stroking her thigh. She did like how it felt though. He stopped and winked at her. “Don’t call me Aubs.” She said playing hitting his chest. She opened her mouth for him. She bites the bacon out of his hand playfully. They always played around with each other and had fun together although he was her boss. “So, are you going to follow your mother's request no floozy dates at her charity event? I don’t mind coming with you to keep you company if you’d like that is.” She said running her fingers through her hair. “You know as much as I love just hanging out with you, I better get back to my job of cleaning up after your playboy ass.” She said with a smirk getting up off the bed.

 

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Brandon growls at the blow to his chest, the glint in his steely eye betraying his amusement at her physical abuse.

His wry grin at her question regarding his mother's evaluation of his dating profile does little to answer her question.

"Ah, mum, that dear old battle axe. I think she roils at the thought of those despoiled waifs disappearing with me into the nearest closet, mid-soiree."

his sidelong look at you is mischevious as he continues "were I to show up with a right and proper looker like you, she would swoon, I've no doubt."

As she shifts to rise, however, he quickly takes her shoulder and turns her, pulling her down to where she is lying on her back across his lap, looking up at him in surprise. Brandon bends down, and places a soft small kiss on her sweet bowed lips, sits back up, and "Friday gives us really no time to turn you into the floozy mum has come to expect of me, you know, Miss Aubrey."

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey was surprised by him pulling her back down over his lap. She looked up at him her heart racing. He bent down and kissed her lips. She didn’t kiss back but she wanted too but this was so complicated. He was her boss and they had been friends since they were young. “Brandon I am no floozy you know that and don’t kiss me unless you mean it. I am not like those girls you date.” Aubrey said sitting up still a bit taken a back. “I don’t mind going with you to the party with you but don’t expect me to act like the whores you date. You know that isn’t me.” She said. She ran her fingers through his hair. “I am someone who genuinely cares about you and sees you as more than just rich playboy. And you need to learn to behave and control yourself.” She said.

 

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Brandon sat there grinning smugly at his slightly flustered housekeeper. He noted that despite her protestations, her generous chest rose and fell with remarkable delightfulness. Were those slight rises the hint of stiffening nipplage?

He reached out and smacked her thigh with his open palm appreciatively. "Yes, you are the penultimate good girl, Aubs, but I see the signs of something wild lurking beneath that proper and efficient housekeeper demeanor....."

He gave her his trademark million dollar smile and climbed out of bed.

"Supposing you accompany me on Friday... what would you wear?"

He idly rearranged his heavy unit in his lounge pants, and he walked over to his walk in closet, wondering what he should wear today.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Well Brandon you would just have to wait and see. No matter what I wear you know we would have fun. We have been friends for years and know each other better than you do your heiress one nightstands.” Aubrey said. She ran her fingers through her hair watching him walk off to his closest. “I do have a dress in mind if you decide to invite me.” She said. She tidied around his room. “What plans do you have for the day?” She asked him.

 

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Brandon stepped into his changing area, just out of sight. "I'm sure we'd get along famously, Aubs, and mother certainly would approve of my date being a good girl for a change. The old battleaxe certainly disdains the high and mighty socialites I normally date. I think she pictures each of them with their ankles on my shoulders or on their knees before me. Does this dress of yours present a lot of cleavage? I've been wondering how those girls present themselves."

Brandon stepped back into sight dressed in a salmon shirt, grey sport coat and tan slacks.

"Plans for the day? I was going to grab the Porsche and meet Jason for a little road tour and lunch. What do you have going on?"

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“I hope she doesn’t. That is an awful thing for your mother to think of. Brandon behave! You will get as much as cleavage as I decide.” Aubrey said. She smiled seeing him come out his changing area. “Well I am gonna be clean up after your messy ass like always.” She laughed. She ran her fingers through her hair. She moved over to him. “Try not to be too bad today and give your mother a heart attack with more headlines. At least don’t get anyone pregnant.” She teased him. She kissed his cheek.

 

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Brandon grinned broadly at her comments. "My my, Aubs, the way you discuss my ass...messy or otherwise....what would my dear mother say about this curious preoccupation of yours?"

"Be good? Not a chance. Not with so much despoilment potential out there."

When she approached with her teasing kiss to his cheek, he pulled her into him, off balance, one hand on her asscheek, the other at her shoulder, dipping her low as he smokily looked into her eyes, bent his neck and returned the chaste kiss to her cheek.

Then he grinned again, turning, lifting, and effortlessly tossing her lithe form onto his disheveled bed.

As he walked out of the room, he called out over his shoulder "alright, Aubrey. Be ready on Friday. In the meantime, straighten this mess up!"

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey was taken a back by him pulling her off balance with one hand on her ass. She quite liked his hand on her ass it felt good. He had her dipped low and was looking at her. She wondered if he was going to kiss her. He bent down and kissed her cheek. He lifted her and tossed her onto his bed.

"Thes sheets the things they have seen they are scarred for life." She laughed crawling off the bed. She watched him start to walk out the room. "Yes sir." She said teasingly with a smirk. She was looking forward to Friday it should be a good night. She went about her day cleaning his house with the occasional fantasy about her boss. She didn't know what was getting into her she had always been attracted to him and felt a lot sexual chemistry and tension with him but never had so many graphic fantasise about him before.

The heat between her legs was growing. She decided to go take a hot shower but all she could think of him slamming her up to the glass and fucking her. She was touching herself moaning out his name.

 

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Brandon worked the roadster through the gears, filling the air around them with the highly tuned precision growl of the engine. Jason was chilling in the passenger seat, head back, eyes closed behind his expensive shades.

Waiting alongside a Miata at the traffic signal, Brandon gave a wry half-smirk as he studiously ignored the two sweet young things sitting in the convertible as they primped and posed, turned toward them eager to catch their eye.

Light greenl; accelerator depressed. An engine roaring and a Miata left far behind. "Those chicks were friendly" Jason remarked. Apparently he'd grabbed a peek in their direction. Brandon smiled, nodded "True, but could they suck the chrome off a trailer hitch ball? Doubtful." The parade of women thrrough Brandon's bedsheets had him setting a rather high performance for sexual comforts. On the other hand his sampling of women had been limited to privileged pussy that thought their chances of bagging a playboy would be bouyed by their affluence as much as their fuckfluence.

Jason gave a sidelong look at Brandon as he negotiated a sharp right turn. "What you need to do, my man, is pass on all those rich twats and have a run at that beautiful housekeeper of yours. I'll bet she'd turn you into a crying mess between the sheets."

Brandon slowed to a stop at the next light, arched an eyebrow at his pal. "Aubrey? I dunno. She and i go so far back, it's almost like we're siblings." He recalled the way he'd grasped her asscheek that very morning, and the unbrotherly thoughts that prompted. "Aubrey's something special, that's for sure. I'm pretty sure she's disdainful of me, with all the male sluttiness I've displayed under her very nose. But the thought of bedding her...." He trailed off as the light changed and they accelerated away.

"Well, she's clearly got you outmatched for class, style and wits, pal. If you ever do manage to induce her to forsake common sense and take up with you, keep me in mind for your first threesome partner."

Brandon laughed uproariously. "Sure thing, Jase. As if."

Hours later, Jason walked into the manse, having dropped Jason off, looking to bring up the game on the television.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey took her time in the shower playing with her pussy and tits making herself moan out. She made herself cum so hard thinking of Brandon. She bites down hard on her lip screaming out his name. She didn’t know if anything could or would ever happen between them. There was such history but also such sexual tension and chemistry between them it was so hot and fiery.

For the rest of the day she cleaned and organised the house. As it got later, she decided to go out for a run. When she got back, she noticed his car was back. She kicked off her shoes and headed through to the main room wearing her running clothes her cleavage was shiny from the sweat where Brandon was watching the game. She untied her long hair and let it fall down. “Hey Brandon. How was your day? Want me to make you something to eat?” She asked.

 

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During a commercial break in the game coverage, the commercial break included a spot for the same model convertible he and Jason had seen the two fuckbunnies in while they were out. Despite having blown his pipes out the night before with Buffy or Shelly or whomever the fuck that was (boobs like cantaloupe, though), he felt 'old faithful' pushing against his trousers, and groaned at the thought of Jason and he tagteaming the pair of young pussies.

He pictured Jason taking one doggystyle while he engaged the other in a little friendly face-fucking. Just then, in his hedonistic reverie, he pictured Aubrey stumbling upon the debauchery, surprisingly unshocked by the scene, disrobing, and enticing Brandon with a very sensual come hither look. In his daydream, Brandon dragged the sputtering fuckbunny off his prick and tossed her at Jason where she commenced to rim him while Aubrey stepped up to Brandon cupping her beautiful breasts, pushing a nipple into his mouth.

The game was just coming back from commercial break, and he was now openly stroking his hefty slab of rigidness, oblivious to the fact that he was no longer alone.

With eyelids half-lidded with his need, he found himself unable to stop at Aubrey's question.

"Wha...what? UUh, yeah.... Man, what I could really use right now is a roast beef sandwich and a side of tit...er a side of nip.... er....maybe a tall glass of water? I'll bee done here in a minute...." He continued to stroke, feeling himself approaching the point of no return....

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey blushed realising what she had walked in on. She bites on her lip keeping a laugh in when he asked for a side of tit/nip. “Don’t cum on the couch I have already cleaned today.” She said playfully to him. She walked off into the kitchen. She started making his sandwich and one for herself and poured him a tall glass of water.

“You finished up wanking to adverts?” She shouted through to him with a laugh. She brought their sandwiches through and his glass of water. “So, tomorrow night is your mother’s event do you need me to press your suit?” She asked sitting down next to him. She leaned against him as she ate her sandwich.

 

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Brandon found himself staring at his insouciant housekeeper's bobbing ass as she pranced out of the room to prepare his sandwich.

No thought of traffic fuckbunnies was in his mind as he groaned loudly and spanked himself to completion.

As he lay there slumped, gasping, he heard his hot girl Friday busying herself fixing his sandwich, and shaking his head, he pulled off his shirt and mopped up the mess, rolling the shirt into a ball as he straightened up just before Aubrey returned.

"Yes, I've finished pleasuring myself. You should give it a try sometime." He reflected thoughtfully to himself how that statement could be interpreted a few different ways. He shrugged and accepted the plate, digging into the delicious repast.

"mmmm, youre the best, Aubs....tastes great...I love the way you look out for me, preventing me from dehydrating."

He reached an arm around her pulling her tighter into her, kissing her hair.

"Yes, please press a suit for me. She loves the charcoal suit, but if you prefer something else on me..." here he winked and arched his eyebrow, glancing into her cleavage "then by all means, choose another suit to press.' She loves your taste, even if it isn't her first preference."

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“I take good care of myself Brandon so don’t need to worry about me.” Aubrey said with a laugh a slight blush. She bites into her sandwich. “Well I like looking after you Brandon.” She said smiling at him. He pulled her tighter into him and kissed her hair. “I will have a look and see what I like in your closet. Your mother does like me a lot so not much I can do that would displease her.” She said.

She finished her sandwich and put the plate down on the coffee table. She rested her head on his chest. “So, what did you get up to today? I am hope were safe out there. Your messy enough I don’t want to be cleaned up after a love child.” She teased. She always liked to mess with and play with him. She knew he was a player and had a long string of flings with many woman.

 

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The pampered playboy found himself sinking into the comfort of her closeness as they nibbled at their food.

Like looking after him? Brandon reflected on that point. She really was excellent in that regard, yet he found himself more and more often thinking that there was something more she could look after for him. He realized there was a prolonged silence between them after she agreed toi have a look into his wardrobe for his mother's soiree. The crush of the side of her tit into his bare chest made it terribly difficult to concentrate.

In response to her question as to the day's activities he replied "Ah, Jason and I just goofed off hitting the streets in the roadster. No war stories to report." He didn't think the encounter with the fuckbunnies was worth reporting. In any case, no new pussy had graced his privileged cock..

"No, no chance of any love children'. I'm pretty well versed in how to sow my wild oats. Anyway, no additional messes for you to clean up in the forseeable future, other than my own."

He looked at her, realizing silently again the grace, beauty and style of his live-in housekeeper and how lucky he was to have her looking after him. "And what about you? You're too delicious to not get the attention you deserve. Have you been seen to properly lately? And what size are those beauties, anyway?" Smirking, attempting to mask his sincere interest in her personal situation.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

“Sounds like a rather dull day for you and Jason then. Yours days are normally crazier than that with a long line of Golddiggers chasing you.” Aubrey said. She knew so many girls were so desperate to be with him just for his money would do anything to get him in their claws.

“I am very glad there will be no love child. I will do a lot of things for you but changing nappies and dealing with puking babies isn’t one of them.” She said laughing. She was so comfortable with Brandon and they had such chemistry with him.


She laughed at his question of the size of her beauties. She playfully hit his chest. “Behave yourself I am a lady.” She teased him. She pushed her hair behind her ears. “Brandon, I spend all my time here and you have never seen me bring a guy here so I think you know that my love life is pretty dead. Don’t worry about me though I look after myself.” She said.

 

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Brandon had long been wondering about Aubreys continuing questions as to how his womanizing had been going. Was it jealousy, or did the lurid details interest her in some kind of titillatingly voyeuristic way?

He guessed it was the jealousy, but that would mean there was something burning deep under her light nonchalant approach to his batchelor practices.

After she batted him with her playful punch and protested as to her monastic lifestyle and seeing to herself, he decided to put her to the test.

Dropping his lunch to the side, he similarly tossed hers aside as well, reached for her with both arms, and manhandled her by her thighs so that she found herself quickly lifted and astride his lab,. knees on the couch cushion, pert ass perched on his knees, a very surprised look on her face.

"What would you like to hear about my dalliances, Aubrey? Would you like to hear about how I tease my trust-fund wenches? Would you like me to tell of their half-hearted protestations as my hands explore their bodies? How they turn their heads aside when I draw their thighs apart? How they arch their backs to push their breasts at me when I penetrate them? How they tell me they 'aren't that type of girl' when my thumb circles their anus? How they pretend indignance when they beg me to spew into their cunts but I instead jack myself onto their faces? Is that what you want to hear, Aubrey?"

Brandon's hands held her firmly by the rump as he closely questioned his sumptuous housekeeper.

 

[BlondeBarbieSophie]

Aubrey had always quizzed him on his womanizing. They were just that close she could ask pretty much anything. Sometimes she was jealous but the relationships he had were really not relationship they lasted a few hours at the most a few days. It would be different if he actually committed to a girl and made her his girlfriend that would make a jealous little bitch.

He tossed her aside and reached for both her arms and manhandled her by her thighs. She was taken a back by his manhandling. She did like him touching her body so didn’t stop him holding her in his lap. She looked at him wondering what the hell he was going to do. She looked in his eyes as he told her of his whores’. She found herself feeling a bit turned on as he spoke but wasn’t going to let him know that.

He was holding her by her ass. “Really Brandon they don’t let you fuck their asses what boring whores! I am only somewhat interested because I don’t understand fucking someone you don’t actually like or have any feelings for other than I want put my dick in it.” She said.

She brushed her hair behind her ears. “It is just I could never fuck someone I didn’t really like. I couldn’t let a man bend me over and fuck me if there wasn’t more than just a physical attraction. Any man I fuck it is more than just a quick fling and they definitely get the ass.” She said with a slight smirk.