Daddies Brat

Story 3

My name is Fran and my husband Ben of 13 years was a realtor and got caught up in the whole mortgage debacle, real estate slow-down, and subprime mortgage mess. I was a stay-at-home mom with two boys (ten and twelve) and was perfectly content with my home life, but now that Ben’s commissions were dwindling to nothing, I had to take a job to help support the family.

I didn’t have much in the way of employment skills, I didn’t type very fast and wasn’t interested in being a barista or a store clerk, especially since I wanted something with a bit of flexibility so I could be home for my boys when they got out of school. A friend from PTA told me that her older son was at the local university and that the fraternity house he was living at was looking for someone to do house cleaning since they had just lost their old house cleaner to a broken leg.NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

I figured I was certainly qualified to clean up after a bunch of boys so I went down to Greek row to put in my application. I met with the student president Harry, along with the alumni supervisor, Mr. Stevens, and went through a brief interview process. I guess I’m old-fashioned, but I figured I should look nice for the interview, even if it was only for a cleaning lady. I wore a grey wool suit with a skirt just above the knee and a white button-up blouse, with heels and stockings. I guess you should know that I’m 34 years old, 5’5″ tall with red hair and green eyes. I’ve never really had a weight problem (about 124#) and my hubby’s friends always tell me that my legs are fantastic when I wear a short dress or skirt. I’m 34C and I did have a tummy tuck after my second child to get my belly flat as it was when I was in college.

As the interview went along, I was getting a little uncomfortable with the way both Mr. Stevens and Harry were looking at me. It seemed that every time I’d cross my legs, it was like they both were trying to get a peek under my skirt. After about 25 minutes, they both seemed satisfied that I could probably handle the job and we discussed the hours and days of the week they wanted me to work that would also accommodate my schedule for my boys. After that, they both took me on a tour of the fraternity house and showed me some of the particular problem areas.

Being around a bunch of 18 to 21-year-old boys was pretty exciting. Many of them were jocks with very impressive physiques and it all made me a bit horny at the thought of being around all that young flesh. Don’t get me wrong, I mean, my husband and I have a pretty nice sex life, but it has become pretty mundane over the last few years.

My schedule was set and I was to work Monday and Wednesday mornings for about five hours each and then Saturday from 8:00 to 4:00. My first day was a bit awkward until I could find my way around the huge facility. Eight bathrooms with multiple toilet stalls, urinals, and showers. That along with the kitchen and the common areas, was going to be a lot of work. I was told that protocol would prohibit me from being in the sleeping rooms and I never thought I’d want to be in that situation anyway.

I selected my attire for my cleaning job to be a short-sleeve T-shirt and Capcapri-lengths so I could keep my sleeves and pant legs out of the wash water as I scrubbed the showers and washed the floors. The first Saturday, I was working my way through the various bathrooms, cleaning all the yucky urinals and toilets, then moving on to the showers. Most of the guys had gone to the football game and I thought I had the place pretty much to myself.

I had my iPod on with the little earphones and wasn’t paying much attention when I came around the corner of the tile wall and stopped in my tracks. There, standing naked under one of the shower heads was one of the guys taking a shower! His eyes were closed so he didn’t see me, but I couldn’t bring myself back out and hide myself. This guy was probably 6’4″, with dark, short hair, a body that looked like he was a model for Calvin Klein, and best of all, his semi-flaccid cock was hanging down at least 7-8″! He stood there motionless for some time with his eyes closed and the hot water splashing over the top of his head. If I had to guess, I figured he was hung over from the night before and was trying to wash away the alcohol jitters.

Then, I felt someone come up behind me and grab me by the elbow and say “What the hell you doing Fran?!?”

I turned to see Harry, the guy from my interview, standing there in a pair of loose-fitting basketball-type shorts and bare-chested.

“Oh God Harry, I didn’t know he was in here!” I said with a panicked voice from being discovered.

I glanced back to the shower and saw the boy standing straight on and looking at me with a sly smile on his face. Then Harry said, “Hey John, this is Fran, our new housemaid!”.

I didn’t know what to do! Part of me wanted to run out of the room and run home and never come back again. But the strangest thing was, this other part of me was drawn into the whole thing, and made me feel like I was a college girl myself. Harry still had hold of my arm and I glanced down to see John’s cock getting swollen and starting to rise from its pendulum position until it was sticking almost straight out at me. Then, John held out his hand towards me, basically inviting me to join him without a word being spoken.

I felt Harry pressing me forward and I took a couple steps towards John and stopped.

“No, No, I can’t do this!” I said shaking my head and wishing this was all just a bad dream.

John stepped towards me, out from under the shower stream, and reached out to take my hand. I remember inching closer to him as my eyes shot up to his eyes and then down to his growing hard-on. Then, he took my hand and pulled it to his cock and I touched it like it was on fire. Harry was standing directly behind me and his body kept pressing me even closer to John’s naked body. I instinctively wrapped my fingers around John’s shaft and began stroking it, ever so gently. John then placed his hand behind my head and pulled my face upwards to his and our mouths met.