My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... showing off her tits, one inch at a time, telling the perv watching to jerk off for her. And I realized, there you were, jerking off while I cleaned your house. Thinking of tits. Well, now I'm going to relax and tease you with my tits. And you're going to jerk off for me. Because you're my wanker now. MY wanker! And you'll always do what I say. Now beg me for the privilege of jerking off while I show you my tits."

"Please, Mistress Rita. Will you show me your tits and let me jerk off?" This was my fucking dream come true.

"Put the towel down in front of you. We don't want to make a mess for the housekeeper. The only things you're allowed to look at while you masturbate are my eyes and my tits. Start jerking, wanker!"

And with that command I commenced on my task. She began displaying her breasts in the most imaginative ways, squeezing them, pulling them, tightening her top, pulling it up from its hem, rubbing her nipples. Giving me only fleeting glances of her nipples, mere fractions of seconds. The forbidden fruit. She reminded me that I didn't deserve to see them. All while she urged me on, to rub my cock faster, slower, to squeeze my balls, to tease the head. Gawd, she was good. As good as any professional triple X video actress you can find. I should know. I had watched plenty.

She sensed when I was getting close to my orgasm. My breathing became heavy and I started shaking. She prompted me on. "Cum for me, wanger. You're my slave boy. My property. Tell me, ...

... who owns you?"

"You own me, Mistress Rita. You own me!" I bellowed. "I'm cumming for you! I'm worshiping your tits. I'm paying tribute to YOU!"

"You should. And you are so privileged to be able to jerk off for me. Now cum for me, slave. Cum for me, wanker. Cum for your Mistress and thank me!"

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I yelled I know not how many times. Maybe dozens, as the spasms of ejaculation sent shivers through my body. An out-of-world experience, as I still stared, mesmerized, by those magnificent breasts. And, alternately, those penetrating, commanding eyes. Totally immersed in my obedience to this Goddess. Drunk with passion for her. Hungry for servitude to her.

And that almost marked the end of that visit. Except that she added a twist. Before she left she handed me a small, nicely wrapped package that had been stashed discretely in her cleaning supplies.

"Wait until I'm gone to open it," she told me.

As soon as she was out the door I tore away all the nice wrapping paper. A note on top said, "You will wear this whenever you houseclean for me." It was a maid's outfit, one of the cheap outfits you can buy as a quick Halloween costume for $19.95. Black with a tiny white apron in front. Ties around the neck and waist.

I didn't know how to react. Spontaneously, I was excited to receive such an intimate gift...and a directive. But as I thought of actually wearing it while I did housework, my resistance kicked in. No fucking way, I thought. Then ...