My Housekeeper - Sex Stories

My Housekeeper

... climbed back on my chest, straddling my face again between her thighs and rubbing her well-used pussy over my mouth. "Lick me, slave boy. Clean me up, wanker," she ordered. "Tell me how much you love it. Tell me you're my cum-eater." And what may have turned me off instead turned into a heartfelt compliance. I dove into the task with zeal.

Two weeks later, so enamored was I with her last visit, I prepped the entire house. I started housekeeping the day before and was quite sure it was up to snuff. The entire time I cleaned I wore my maid outfit.

She entered using her key, no knock or doorbell. I was waiting for her, in uniform. She closed and locked the door behind her. She approached me and wrapped one arm around my waist, one around my neck. She kissed me lovingly and then reached under my skirt and began giving my bare genitals a massage. She made me hard right away. I hadn't cum since her last visit.

"There is one of your fantasies that we haven't explored. But first, you have to tell me that you'll do anything I tell you to do. And mean it. Really mean it."

Her continued insistence on getting me to commit to anything raised some danger flags. But I was all in. Committed. Devoted. Obedient. Compliant. Eager to please. I took pride in being an exemplary sub.

And my Mistress was fucking awesome! I trusted her so much that I WOULD do anything she'd demand.

"Mistress Rita, I'll do anything you tell me to do."

She led the way downstairs. I was still in my ...

... work outfit. Curiously, she had me sit on the floor at the foot of the bed, facing away from the bed. She had me extend my arms and used the Velcro restraints usually reserved for my ankles to cinch up my wrists. They were quite snug. I trusted her.

"Tell me again, that you'll do anything I tell you."

"You know you own me, Mistress Rita. I'll do anything you say. I won't let you down."

She went to the closet and pulled out the suitcase. She rummaged and found a blindfold. And a pixie cut lady's wig from years gone by. (My wife used to wear it when we role played. She'd assume another persona.) She pulled the wig over my head, brushed the wayward hairs away from my face and fussed with the fit. She then wrapped the blindfold skillfully around my head and secured it, turning my world dark. Then she knelt in front of me. She engaged in some kissing. She fondled my cock and balls. She gave me a renewed boner.

Then there was a loud series of knocks at the front door. She left, without a word. There was some commotion that I couldn't decipher. Multiple steps on the stairs. She returned. Though I couldn't see I sensed the presence of someone else. Someone hopped on the bed behind me. I could smell her. It was Mistress Rita, her head next to mine. She whispered in my ear.

"Paul and I have this thing. We have sex at every house I clean. It's your turn."

I sensed that the other body, standing in front of me, was undressing.

"You're going to fluff my boyfriend and ...