Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Can I be your French Maid? Ch. 06

... end of a blowjob.

I was about to find out.

"That's it, babydoll, just like that... just like."

He came, erupting in my mouth, his salty cream rocketing to the back of my throat. I swallowed, letting it ooze down into the pit of my belly.

... I'd done it, I'd sucked a cock. I was a cocksucker.

But I wasn't finished. As he slowed down, his hips gently rocked back and forth, and I sucked him clean, savoring every last drop. After all... I wanted to be thorough.

Reluctantly, I let his cock slip from my lips. I looked up at him and opened my empty mouth. "Tous partis, Daddy," I teased.

"... and cut," I heard a voice say from a distant corner of the room.

Josh looked down at me, a bright smile painted across his face. "You deserve a standing ovation for that performance."

I reached down, picked up the towel and handed it to him. "I prefer to be on my knees."

He took it, wrapped it around his waist then extended his hand. I took it. I gasped as he pulled me up and fell against his chest. "So, did I pass the audition?" I teased.

"Well, there may be a follow-up interview," he said, smiling.

"Pencil me in," I said as I reached up and playfully slapped his cheek. He caught my hand and gently squeezed it.

"My schedule is wide open."

I stared up at him, mesmerized.

"Well... I think we ah, got everything we needed," Valarie said, interrupting us.

Josh let go of my hand and stepped back. My eyes darted to the floor and my cheeks went beet ...

... red, suddenly aware I was sharing the room with four other people. The cameraman and boom mic operator quietly exited the room, and the director surprisingly had nothing snarky to say when he joined them.

"Perfect timing too, Sparkle E Just arrived," Valerie said as she looked down at my French maid's uniform. "I've transferred the money to your account, if we could just have the a..."

I followed her gaze. "Right, of course, I ah..."

"Hold on," Josh said and darted out of the room.

"I have the perfect thing!" he shouted, as he rummaged through the bathroom.

He returned and tossed something white at me. I caught it and looked down. "A... t-shirt?" I asked, confused.

"A parting gift. It's an original, handed out during the wrap party. I've been saving it, only worn it once, and I thought, well..."

I turned it over in my hand. On the front was the original artwork for Terror doesn't knock twice."

I looked up and smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"... ok you two," Valerie said, stepping between us. "Break it up. Josh, if we could have a little privacy."

"Right, of course," he said, exited the room and closed the door behind him.

"Need a hand?" Valerie asked me when we were alone.

"Please," I said and spun around.

She walked behind me, reached up and gently tugged on the zipper of my short-sleeved dress. "That was quite the performance. You really went above and beyond what we asked of you."

"Thank you," I said, meekly. Was I about to ...