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Title: **Polished The Dishes? Polish My Cock Too. By Koszula Chmur**

The door creaked open, revealing a busty Polish beauty, her curvaceous figure barely contained by a near-sheer white blouse and short, ruffled skirt. It was Nina, the flirty nanny sent to help out the busy single dad next door. And oh, did she have a few ideas on how to “help out”…

Nina sauntered into the kitchen, hips swaying, her pert breasts bouncing with each step. “Good evening!” she chirped in heavily accented English. “Mr. Jones home?”

The dad, harried and distracted, didn’t even look up from his laptop. “In my study. And please, call me Paul,” he replied absently.

“Paul,” Nina purred, running a manicured finger along the countertop. “I wash dishes. Then I wash something else for you, da?”

Paul’s eyebrows shot up. He glanced over, finally taking in the striking sight of Nina – her alabaster skin, her fiery red hair, the mischievous twinkle in her emerald eyes. “Um, I appreciate the offer, but that won’t be necessary,” he managed, his voice cracking slightly.

Nina just smiled, shrugging her shoulders and making her ample bosom jiggle enticingly. “Suit yourself,” she sing-songed, already filling the sink with soapy water.

As Nina began scrubbing the dishes, she took her time, bending over deliberately to show off her figure to the dad. Her thin white blouse clung to her skin, practically see-through in the soapy water. Paul couldn’t help but stare as she sensually ran the scrub brush over plates and glasses, her nimble fingers working a soapy lather.

Nina glanced over her shoulder, catching Paul’s heated gaze. She bit her plump lower lip, a slow seductive smile spreading across her face. “You like what you see, Pa-wl?” she asked, arching a perfect eyebrow.

Paul gulped, his cheeks flushing crimson. “I, uh, I should… I have work to do…” he stammered, tearing his eyes away and turning back to his laptop.

Nina just laughed, a throaty, melodic sound. “Ah, you work too much, Mr. Jones. Let Nina help you relax, da?” She pulled the plug, draining the soapy water, then turned to face Paul fully. Her wet blouse was drenched, totally translucent now, her peaked nipples clearly visible through the sodden fabric.

Paul’s eyes widened as he drank in the spectacular sight of Nina’s nearly nude body. His mouth went dry, his heart pounding in his chest. Nina strutted over, her hips swaying seductively, and perched herself on his desk, crossing her shapely legs.

She leaned in close, her sweet breath warm on Paul’s ear as she whispered, “I polish dishes… but I can polish something else too, if you want… something big and hard…” Her hand drifted down, cupping the growing tent in Paul’s pants.

Paul let out a groan, all thoughts of work and propriety fleeing his mind. Nina smirked, her nimble fingers moving to unbuckle his belt. “Nina makes good Poles, da?” she giggled naughtily.

Paul could only nod dumbly, his brain short-circuiting as Nina unzipped his fly and fished out his stiff cock. She wrapped her slender hand around his throbbing shaft, pumping it slowly as she purred, “Such a big, hard pole for me to polish!”

With that, Nina slid off the desk to her knees, maintaining eye contact as she stuck out her glossy pink tongue and lapped at the tip of Paul’s penis. He shuddered, his hips bucking involuntarily as she swirled her tongue around, tasting the clear beads of pre-cum already leaking from his slit.

Nina hummed happily, savoring Paul’s musky scent and flavor. Then she opened wide, wrapping her lips around his girth and sucking him deep into her hot, wet mouth. Paul groaned, one hand flying to tangle in Nina’s bright red hair as she bobbed her head, taking him to the hilt.

Nina worked him expertly, her tongue fluttering along the underside of his shaft as she sucked and slurped noisily. She cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she picked up speed, her head a blur as she deep throated his cock again and again.

Paul could feel his orgasm building, his heavy balls tight and full. “Ah, Nina… I’m gonna cum…” he warned, though he didn’t know if he actually wanted her to stop.

But blow him she did, Nina taking him all the way to the base and swallowing around his thickness as he exploded in her mouth. Paul stiffened, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself down her throat, spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum jetting into her greedy mouth.

Nina hungrily gulped it all down, her eyes watering as she milked him for every last drop. Finally, when he was spent, she released his softening shaft and licked her lips, giving him a wink. “Mmm… such tasty polish sausage,” she giggled impishly, rising to her feet.

Paul just sat there, utterly dazed, his flaccid cock still hanging out of his pants. “Dziękuję… that was… incredible…” he finally managed, his voice rough with satisfaction.

Nina leaned in, her sheer blouse brushing against his skin as she planted a soft kiss on his cheek. “Pleasure was mine, Mr. Jones. I clean up very… very well,” she purred suggestively. Then she turned on her heel and sashayed out of the room, leaving Paul to stare after her – dazed, satisfied and eagerly looking forward to Nina’s “cleaning” skills the next time she visited…