Date: Mon, 14 Jan 2002 21:11:11 +0000
From: jamie free <jf135_thequeen@hotmail.com>
Subject: maid service

*** Phew, I've got to go get some relief after this story - hope it does
that for you too!
Love to hear from you, email me at charlie_4u@hotmail.com ***

   I imagine we all have our little fantasies, favorite ideas and images of
sex play... A favorite fantasy of mine happens to be that of providing
"maid service," and I've been lucky enough to have been able to find some
"clients" for my service in real life this last year. It's been fun, and
pretty damn hot at times, so I thought you, dear reader, might enjoy
hearing about my moonlighting career as a maid. Yes, a maid; I go to my
clients house or apartment dressed conventionally enough, but underneath my
jeans I'm wearing a thong, and I have a black frilly French maid type apron
to wear with my thong when I work; otherwise, it's bare feet and bare assed
I go about the house. I bring a bucket of "cleaning supplies" in to my
jobs, in which I keep my apron, which I change into once in the house, and
a stash of KY lube, condoms and a selection of dildos and other sex toys.

   I'm a married guy in his 40s, decent looking, manly, 6' 185lbs and well
built. I have a sensitive and eager mouth and a smooth round ass that my
clients seem to enjoy very much! I'd had some man sex when younger, before
getting married, and then had gone without for many years; too many! In the
last couple of years I began exploring sex with men sites on the Internet,
and branched out from there. I met a couple guys, had a couple of meetings,
which were great, and then got to emailing with another guy. Somehow one
day when we were chatting live this little maid thing of mine came up, and
Jack loved it. He urged me to act it out, with him of course, and I thought
why not?

   Jack lived in a village in the countryside south of me, and one Sunday
afternoon I drove down there, with my bucket of supplies I'd assembled and
kept hidden in my garage. It was a 45 minute drive, and as I drove through
the countryside I was feeling both very horny, and quite amused with
myself; after all, what would the other people on the road think if they'd
known where I was going?!

   By the time I got there I was quite nervous and excited. I pulled into
the driveway of Jack's old Victorian era house and parking my truck walked
up to the front door, bucket in hand. Jack stepped out to greet me, smiling
wickedly and asking, "Ace Cleaners?" I laughed excitedly, and thought how I
liked the look of Jack's big burly build, and the yummy looking bulge in
his jeans. I don't mind'em a little chubby, as long as they have a nice fat
cock too! Jack let me in, and I asked where I might change; he said right
there in the adjacent parlor was fine, and so I undressed slowly, putting
my folded clothes on the one chair, enjoying feeling Jack's eyes on my
smooth round ass as I bent over to set my clothes down. When I had my
clothes off, apron on over my thong, and cleaning bucket in hand, I stepped
up to Jack and asked where he'd like me to start.

   He smiled and said that the kitchen really needed cleaning, and so off
we went. I hadn't actually expected to have to really clean, but there was
a big pile of dirty dishes in the sink, and more on the counter. Jack waved
his hand at them and said, "OK, here they are Miss Maid!" I obediently went
to the sink and began running some hot water. Jack told me he was going to
the living room, and would I make him some tea and bring it out when I was
done. It seemed like he was carrying the maid thing a little far, but I'd
started it, so I couldn't say much, could I?

   It took a half hour to wash all the dishes, and then make the tea. All
this time the tails of the apron were swishing back and forth over my ass
while I moved about, and the thong was rubbing inside the crack of my ass,
stimulating my tight little man hole. It was rather exciting, and when I
brought the tea out to Jack in the large living room I hoped that we could
get down to some sex, maybe in front of the fireplace with its cheery glow.

   Jack however, had other ideas. He told me to set the tea down and then
said I could wash the kitchen floor if I was done with the dishes. I didn't
really want to wash the floor, and made a little face. Jack immediately got
up out of his chair and said, "Now what's this Miss Maid, disobedience?
Bend over that armchair this moment, and I will give you a spanking with
this hairbrush I have here." Licking my lips in anticipation, I bent over
the armchair, exposing my creamy round ass to his punishment, thinking that
he would follow his spanking with a nice hot fucking.

Jack had different ideas however. He gave me 10 very hard cracks with the
hairbrush, 5 on each cheek, leaving my buns stinging and pink, quivering
gently from his blows. Then he surprised me by tying my hands together
behind my back with a rope, and next told me to get up, turn around, and
get on my knees. I did as he said, rather breathless at the sudden way he
was dominating me, but liking it too and as I knelt before him he unzipped
his pants and unlimbered a thick, swollen cut cock, with a big set of hairy
balls dangling below it. He frowned at me and said, "Here I am trying to
read, and you insist on jiggling that sweet ass while you clean,
distracting me from my work. Well, let me use your mouth to take the edge
off, so I can get back to work."

   I opened my mouth, licking my lips, and he stepped up to me and popped
the head of his cock in my mouth. It was slick with his precum, and I
sucked and licked it, relishing its sweet taste while he slowly stroked one
hand up and down the shaft of his cock, with the other fondling his ball
sack. He was very close, and in moments began thrusting into my mouth,
while I tipped my head and tried as best I could to swallow his cock. He
was careful to mostly use his hand, so I didn't gag on his thick shaft, and
when he came it was in thick hot strands that I eagerly gulped down as he
jerked himself off into my mouth. My knees rocked on the hardwood floor, my
head bobbed up and down on the spurting business end of his cock, and I
managed to swallow most of his cum, with only a strand or two gently
running out of the corners of my mouth.

   When Jack finished massaging the last of his cock's cum into my warm
mouth, he stepped back, leaving me to sink back onto my heels, my lips
parted and me breathing hard as I looked up at him for his next orders.
Smiling at me now, Jack said "Well, that's better. Now I want you to clean
my toilet. Come with me, Miss Maid." He gave me his hand to help me up,
untied my hands and led me upstairs, me licking his cum from my lips.

   Upstairs there was a large bathroom with an old fashioned tub, a big old
thing, and Jack left me there to scrub it and the rest of the room.  He was
back in a moment though and told me to be sure I got everything good and
clean, or else... The "or else" was a thin, whippy looking wooden cane that
made me gasp just to look at it, with a mix of fear and pleasure. This was
turning out to be more than I had bargained for - or was it hoped for?! I
could hardly tell, except that my cock was aching and dripping precum, the
taste of cum in my mouth was ever so sweet, and the thought of that cane
cracking into my soft round ass cheeks made me just melt inside...

   Jack gave the cane a little flourish and then left me to my work.  There
were some cleaning supplies in my bucket that Jack had told me to bring up
with me, and I went to work, trying so hard to do a good job, and being so
distracted by delicious thoughts of what was to come.

   About fifteen minutes into the job Jack stepped back into the room and
went to the toilet. He motioned me to him, saying "Here Miss Maid, why
don't you hold it while I piss?" I helped his cock out of his pants, and
held it aimed at the bowl, enjoying the feel of his piss streaming through
his cock, and the smell of it turned me on too. When he was done he told me
to suck the last few drops off, and I knelt down to slowly take him in my
mouth again, this time to have a last few drops of warm sharp tasting piss
come in my mouth, and to my own surprise I swallowed them, eagerly, sucking
at him, wanting whatever he had for me. Jack laughed in pleasure and said,
"Now now Miss Maid, you are an eager beaver. Jack will have more for you in
a bit. Back to your cleaning!"  With that he left and I continued cleaning
his bathroom.

   In another half hour I was done and I hurried downstairs excitedly to
tell Jack. He put his book down and came up with me to inspect my work, and
for a bit it looked like I had done a perfect job. Suddenly though Jack
noticed a cobweb behind the door in a corner I had missed and he turned to
me and snapped, "I HATE spiders! How could you leave that there? Come with
me." He marched me into his bedroom and ordered me onto his bed, legs
tucked under me, ass up in the air, arms stretched out in front of me. He
had a big posted headboard and he tied my hands to the center posts. That
done, he got his cane and telling me to lift my head he passed it across my
mouth, telling me to kiss and lick it. I did, giving in to this total
domination of his, and then he pulled the cane to himself and pushed my
head down, telling me that I was going to get my punishment.

   My head was pressed into the covers, my ass was fully exposed, cheeks
parted and there to see, Jack having told me to take off my thong. I was
both very fearful and very excited, panting with anticipation. Jack started
by reaching between my ass cheeks and firmly squeezing my dangling balls,
and then with a hard slap to my ass he stepped back.  Suddenly I heard the
swish of the cane and then it snapped sharply across my right cheek,
stinging and burning. I quivered and shifted, whimpering a little in
mingled pain and pleasure, and Jack mercilessly continued, caning my soft
round ass until it was burning, stinging, quivering, and there was a noise,
which I suddenly realized was me begging him to fuck me.

   Suddenly the caning stopped, and I slumped into the bed a bit,
whimpering and moaning, begging for him to fuck me. When I felt his cool
kisses on my burning, welted ass, I almost came from the pleasure it gave
me, and my man hole opened easily to his fingers, which worked thick cool
blobs of some lubricant into me. Jack got behind me and slowly, slowly,
rubbed the head of his cock up and down the crack of my ass, popping it
into my hole just a bit each time. I was wild to have him in me, arching my
ass towards him, begging him to stick it in...

   Suddenly he obliged me and with one long smooth thrust rammed his cock
deep in my ass. I grunted and gasped as he slammed against me, the pain
making me catch my breath. As he fucked me in long slow steady thrusts the
pain was replaced by a pure pleasure that carried me away, and I was
nothing but an ass, filled with cock, living for cock, and practically
weeping to be used so well and hard.

   When Jack came he fucked me even harder, slamming me into the bed,
mercilessly spearing my soft ass with his cock. I cried out over and over,
moving with him, arching to him, squeezing my stinging welted ass cheeks
around his cock as he grunted and empitied his load of cum deep in my
ass. Done, he collapsed on top of me, panting on my neck, kissing me there
as he gave a last few thrusts to empty himself completely in me.  After a
bit he rolled off me and untied me, saying "Now, would Miss Maid like to
cum?" Then he rolled me on my back and laid his head on my belly, taking my
throbbing cock into his mouth. After just a little of his attention, I
began bucking and pumping up into his mouth, and came and came, my balls
drawing up tight as I shot bolt after bolt of cum into Jack's sweet warm
mouth.

   After that we rested a bit, I made us some tea, and then I left. Next
time Jack requested me to be the maid for a poker party he has every month
with a few friends; I can't wait!