The Maid - Sex Stories

The Maid

It’s been a long day of work. I come home, tie loosened, looking around the house for you. I drop my keys on the counter, continuing to undo my tie and shirt as I walk the house calling “Honey, you home?” I come around the corner and I’m greeted by a view of your amazing ass, barely hidden in a thong. You’re decked out in a maid costume, a black corset with white lacing and lace accents. The petticoat underneath the skirt lifts it nice and high so your round butt is very visible and I just want to reach out and spank it. I let out a slow whistle and you turn to me, pretending that you didn’t hear me calling you for the last minute. “Mr. Jensen, you’re home early! I was just finishing the cleaning, sir. I’ve done the high spots and I’ll be done dusting low in just a bit,” you tell me. You immediately bend over in front of me, whisking away some imaginary dust off a table top that you didn’t need to bend over to reach. The view as you face me gives me a delicious shot of your huge breasts, pressed up and out by the tight corset. I’m worried that my cock is so hard it’s going to tear my slacks open any minute. It gets even worse when you turn around and bend over again, making sure that your ass is aimed right at me. It looks so damn good wearing those high, high heels. I step up to your hot ass, rubbing my hands over your round cheeks. You let out a slow purr, “Mmm, anything else I can do for you tonight, sir?” You feel my hard cock pressing up against you now, pushing into ...

... your pussy lips through my pants and your thong. You subconsciously begin to grind back on it ever so slightly. I reach up and grab your hair, pulling you upright with your back still to me. As you continue to press back into me, I reach around you, grabbing your tits as they overflow from the corset. “Why yes, maid, I do have something that I need you to clean, but it’s going to take more than a feather duster,” I whisper in your ear. I spin you around and give you a slight push down on your shoulders. You understand where I’m going and drop to your knees on the carpet. Your hands rub over my hard shaft through the slacks, then undo the belt and button and allow them to drop to the floor along with my boxers. As my cock pops out in your face, you look me in the eye as you give a long, slow lick from the base to the tip. As you get to the head you swirl your tongue around it, then pump the head in and out of your lips by itself several times. I take the costume head piece out of your hair and toss it aside before my hands grab your head. You moan softly onto my cock knowing what is coming next. I take your head and bottom my cock out in your mouth, pushing straight through your mouth and into your throat. Your hands slide up and rest on my hips as I start fucking your beautiful face. You gag slightly on my cock but keep taking it like a pro, looking me in the eyes as you take my length. It’s so fucking hot and you know it. I fuck your face faster, holding your head as I thrust ...