Diary of a Male Maid

by Foor, Jennifer

  “Thank you for today, Sebastian. I do hope you continue to service me.” The way that she said it reminded me of what I was doing. I was being paid to service lonely women. Maybe I should have felt guilty for doing it, or for taking their money, but it was all too good of a deal to pass up. I needed the money and I enjoyed the pussy. It was a win win.

  “I don’t think that will be a problem. See you Friday.” I headed out, allowing myself to look at her beautiful, almost exposed, body.

  The ride home was uneventful. I beat myself up for taking on another customer. I had no idea what I was getting myself involved in. How could I think that this new lifestyle would pay my way through college? Was it possible to get away with something like this?

  I couldn’t wait to get home and shower, hoping to clear my mind, but when I pulled up at the house my phone beeped. I picked it up and looked at it. I didn’t recognize the number, but the message cleared up who the mystery caller was.

  Sebastian: My house number is 444. See you around nine tomorrow.

  I shook my head again, just thinking about exactly what I had committed to. Without another minute dwelling on my indiscretions, I gathered my things and headed into my house to shower.

  ****

  I was surprised when I woke up the next morning and realized I had slept through the night. I went into the bathroom, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and made sure that the stubble on my face wasn’t too long.

  After getting my things together, I headed toward the exclusive gates of the community that was changing my life. I considered turning around and heading back home, texting the mystery number and saying that I wasn’t coming. She had to understand that I had doubts about doing this. Mrs. Smith was different. It wasn’t like I was advertising sexual favors along side of house cleaning. Things happened and I didn’t want them to change. However, I couldn’t imagine having more than one customer like Mrs. Smith and feeling alright about it.

  It took me a good ten minutes to muster the nerve to drive up the circle driveway that faced Mrs. Jones house. Her large stone house was landscaped with a circular cobblestone driveway and elaborately decorated bushes throughout. My Jeep seemed out of place parked behind her Porsche SUV, but I parked it there anyway. I headed up the walk and was greeted by a girl who had to be in her late teens, possibly even my age. She gave me an accusing smirk and headed toward the Porsche. Behind her was Mrs. Jones, running something out to her. I got another dirty look from the girl before she got into the car and drove away.

  “Sebastian, I am so glad that you decided to come today.” Mrs. Jones said.

  Unlike what I had imagined, she was dressed in a zip up jogging suit. It clung to her body and there was nothing revealing about it. Her hair was tied up in a bun and she had little to no makeup on, not that I was complaining, because her face was just as beautiful as I remembered it.

  “I told you I would be here.” I said confidently, even though I had no idea what I was going to do.

  She guided me into the house, and, at first, she showed me around like I was just going to clean, but as we got to the back of the house, I saw an old woman with a feather duster. “Who is that?” I asked.

  “Oh, that is Lucia. She is the Mexican housekeeper I told you about, that doesn’t speak a lick of English.”

  “How did you tell her what you wanted her to do?”

  “Her niece came the first time and I walked her through the house. She translated everything for me. Lucia is a nice lady and she does great work. She comes three times a week, does her job, and then goes home to her own family.”

  She could tell I was completely confused. If her maid was still cleaning for her, then why was I here?

  “Sebastian, I already have a cleaning lady, but I need someone to keep me company, someone I can play with.” When the last sentence came out of her mouth, I watched her bite her lip. “Why don’t you come upstairs and I’ll show you what I mean?”

  I followed her like a puppy up the large set of stairs. We went into her bedroom, but it was not what I expected.

  You have got to be kidding!

  She had a four-poster bed, that had straps attached to each one. In the corner of the far end of the room was a device that I knew was called a love swing from seeing it advertised in the back of the nudie mags that I had back at the apartment. Her red velvet bedspread was made up perfectly.

  “Do you like my room, Sebastian?”

  I kept looking around. “It isn’t anything like I expected.”

  “I don’t think you could have expected this. I am nothing like my neighbor, dear.”

  “I never said you were.”

  “I would like to get started, if you don’t mind.”

  This lady meant business.

  “Sure, but I’m not really sure what I am supposed to be doing.”

  “Take off your fucking clothes and climb on the bed. I will be back in second and you better be ready.” She walked into a large closet and closed the door behind her. Her tone actually caught me off guard, almost scaring me.

  I threw off my t-shirt and dropped my pants, having to walk out of them. Once everything except my socks had been removed, I jumped on the bed awaiting Mrs. Jones.

  It seemed like it had been over five minutes before I even heard a sound coming from the closet, but I jumped when she threw open the door and drew my attention. She was wearing a leather bodice, which lifted her breasts, and crotchless matching leather underwear. Her boots went all the way up to her thighs, and, in her hand, was a large whip.

  She placed her hands on her hips and looked in my direction. “Do you like what you see, Sebastian?”

  “Yes.” I said trembling. She was a dom! A fucking dom!

  “I can’t hear you.” She said, as she approached me and smacked the whip on the bed right beside me. I jumped and moved away from her.

  “Jesus, are you going to hit me with that thing?”

  “If you don’t do what I say, then yes I am. Now lay in the center of the bed, so I can tie you up.”

  “But, I don’t know if I want to do this.” I wasn’t trying to be a pussy, but this bitch was cray cray.

  She jumped on my naked body, straddling me and grinding her exposed pussy into my leg. I could feel her getting wet already. “Now give me your hands, before I have to hurt you.”

  I gave her my left hand first, and then my right and waited for her to secure them in the ties that were hooked to each pole on the bed. She propped my head up with a pillow and turned, with her ass and exposed pussy facing me, while she grabbed each leg and tied them to the last two posts. As scared as I was, I could feel my cock getting hard while I stared at the crotchless area of her panties, where her pussy hung.

  She slowly turned around to face me and ran her tongue from my chin to the skin below my eye. Then, with both hands, she blindfolded me, taking away all view of her and whatever objects she planned to beat me with.

  “Are you ready to play with me, dear?”

  “Do I get a safe word?” I asked.

  She abruptly smacked me on my nipple. “No! There is no safe word. I say when we’re done, you got that?”

  I was both scared, and totally turned on. I knew I was shaking, and I was certain she knew it as well, but I waited for whatever would come next.

  I could feel Mrs. Jones climb off my body, and then the bed. Suddenly, I began wondering if she was just going to leave me there alone. Maybe this was her game.

  When I felt her hands on both of my calf muscles, I knew I had been mistaken. She massaged my legs while she licked and kissed my inner thighs. She teased me with her tongue, getting as close as she could get to my balls and then pulling away.

  “Your dick is so hard. Momma likes.” Her hands continued to rub my thighs.

  Did she just say, Momma? Ugh, don’t think of your mom, don’t do it!

  “Mmm, I love looking at it. It makes my mouth water.” She added.

  I could feel her adjusting on the bed, but had no ide
a what she was doing until I felt something brushing against my lips. “Lick my nipple.”

  Once I stuck out my tongue and felt her brushing her own nipple against it, she pulled it away. “Now the other one.” She led her nipple toward my mouth. I couldn’t help myself, and I tried to suck it into my mouth. “No! I did not tell you to suck, Sebastian.”

  She abruptly jumped on top of me, straddling me again, and then placed both of her tits against my face, preventing me from breathing. “If you try something without permission again, I will keep doing this until you pass out. Do you understand, Sebastian?” As I nodded, she pulled her heavy breasts away from my nostrils and I took in a huge breath.

  I could feel her straddling me, but also that she had sat up. Her hands ran across my chest and stopped at my own small nipples. She grabbed both of them in between her fingers and squeezed them gently, while she rocked her body over mine. “Do you like your nipples touched, Sebastian?”

  “It feels good like that.” I bit down on my lip when she pinched harder.

  She leaned over and licked my right nipple, sucking on it hard, before biting down and pulling it with her teeth.

  “Ouch”, I yelled.

  “You like it, don’t you?” She asked as she grabbed the other nipple and tongued it before biting it, like the other side. Pain rushed through my chest, but left my dick throbbing for her pussy. Somehow the more she hurt me, the more I wanted to fuck her.

  “What do you want me to lick now, Sebastian?”

  “My dick.” Now that was easy to answer.

  “Mmm, good choice.” She climbed down between my legs.

  She massaged my thighs, while only her tongue licked the long vein from the bottom to the tip. She repeated the step again, but began making her tongue hard, pressing it firmly against the vein, as she moved it up and down. She wasn’t sucking my dick, but it felt like she was, and it really turned me on imagining how fantastic it would feel once my rock hard cock was in her mouth.

  “Oh yeah, it feels so good.” I called out.

  “My mouth is watering, being this close to your cock. I want you in my mouth.”

  “Do it. Suck it.”

  “Suck it, what?”

  “Suck it, please?”

  “Sebastian, do you want this dirty slut to suck your dick or not?”

  Whoa! She wanted me to call her a dirty slut.

  “Suck my dick you dirty slut. Suck it now!” I ordered.

  “Oh yeah.” She said as she took my hard cock into her wet lips. I bit my lips, as I felt hers tighten around my cock. Her head was bobbing up and down, and, although I wanted to watch, I was completely fine knowing I was tied up.

  She pulled my dick out of her mouth and began smacking it against my stomach while she stroked it roughly. “I like it slippery.”

  She slowed down her strokes. “I need to make this dick dirty, so I can clean it off.” She said as she spit on the tip of my cock. I couldn’t feel it, but I could hear it, and feel her fingers spreading her saliva down my shaft.

  This was way beyond a regular blowjob. This was fucking fantastic.

  “Oh yeah, it is so dirty.” She said as she spit on it again and stroked it harder.

  Before I could respond, I felt her lips wrapping around my dick again and her mouth slipped up and down even faster.

  With my cock still in her mouth, she mumbled. “I love this cock.”

  “I’m gonna come.” I announced.

  She pulled her lips off of my cock, almost making me explode on her face. “Not yet, Sebastian. I want you to feel how wet my pussy gets from sucking your dick.”

  I imagined her untying one of my hands, allowing me to feel it, but instead she straddled her wet pussy above my head. “Keep your mouth closed, Sebastian,” she ordered, as she drove her wet cunt across my closed lips. I could smell her sweet pussy. I immediately started licking my lips, then she pulled away.” No tasting. If you taste it again, I won’t give it back.”

  “Do you want to feel my smooth pussy against your lips, again?”

  “Please.”

  She brought her pussy to my lips and moved in a circular motion as she spread her sweet juice across my face. Then she crawled down and kissed me on my now wet lips. “Mmm, I taste so good. Lick your lips and tell me how I taste.”

  I licked my lips, savoring the taste of Mrs. Jones wet pussy.

  “How do I taste?”

  “I want more.”

  “Oh yeah, baby, you can have more of this pussy.” She said as she climbed over my face and shoved the wetness against my mouth. She was drenched, and I was tied up, but I didn’t even care. I drove my tongue deep into her wet pussy, allowing it to act as a dick, as she fucked it.

  When I could tell by her movements that she was close, I sucked her clit and tongued it until I felt her exploding all over my chin.

  She climbed up and tasted herself once more. “Now, I am going to fuck you.” I felt her climb down, and then felt the condom rolling over my dick. After it had been applied, she licked on my balls, savoring them inside of her mouth.

  “I am going to dry off, so it will hurt when we fuck.” She claimed.

  Her pussy sat over my dick and slowly slid in. She was right, it was very dry and I feared that one false move would break my dick in half. She thrust harder, pulling it all the way out and then shoving it roughly back in.

  She started riding me like a bucking horse and I exploded, as she grabbed my nipples and squeezed them.

  “Fuck yeah!” I screamed and my huge load came rushing out.

  She quickly climbed off of me and removed the condom from my limp dick. She took something and wiped me off, before untying me from the bed.

  “I am going to get a shower, Sebastian. Your money is on the bedside table. Show yourself out when you are ready. See you next week.”

  I sat up and pulled the blindfold from my eyes. On the floor were my clothes and on the table, the white envelope.

  I looked around, figuring she wasn’t coming back, gathered my things and saw myself out.

  Chapter 6

  Who would have thought that cleaning houses could have the perks that it did? I was getting laid and making money for it. How freaking fantastic is that? Some people might think of it as being a prostitute, but I actually cleaned the houses and then had sex. So, unless there was some other sort of men’s cleaning/sex service out there, I would say my job was as unique as they came.

  It had been one day since I started working for Mrs. Jones. I wondered if it was necessary that I bring cleaning supplies with me next time, on account of her already having someone doing the cleaning. This was a new standard for me. This was my first client that hadn’t wanted me to do the real job first.

  I still couldn’t believe what had happened in the past few weeks. Mrs. Smith was an amazing client, who gave me something to look forward to twice a week. The money was fantastic and I almost regretted taking it. The sex was freaking hot and I always wanted more.

  Mrs. Jones, my newest client, was in a different category all together. I had read about people like Mrs. Jones. She was a Dom, a real life fucking Dom, and I was her newest Submissive. Upon my first visit, I was immediately tied up, blindfolded, and forced to attend to her needs with only my mouth. I had never done anything like that. It was fantastic. I couldn’t wait to do it again.

  My friends had asked me to go out to the local bar where all the college kids hung at. After only two days of work this week, I was ready for a stiff drink. I usually got a table and waited to be served, but even after spotting some friends, I headed straight for the bar and ordered directly from the bartender. The Rum and Coke was strong as it hit my mouth and slid down my throat. I downed one while I stood there and ordered another right away.

  “Tough day?” The bartender asked.

  “Interesting week.” I answered, while taking the second drink and turning to locate the table where my friends were.

  They welcomed me with an open seat and I fell righ
t into the conversation about the game last night. While everyone gave their opinions, I scoped out the bar. So many familiar faces were all around me. While looking around, I noticed this girl looking at me. She had a drink in her hand and twirled her tongue around the straw as she took another sip, the entire time watching me watching her. Her hair was blonde with dark streaks in it and hung down her back. She was petite and had amazing hips that accentuated her thighs. I also noticed that her breasts were hanging out of the top of her shirt enough to show she had enough to fill my hands.

  I knew this girl. I had seen her somewhere, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I kept going back to the sports conversation, while occasionally looking to see the same girl watching me again. She saw me catching her eye, but never attempted to look away. A familiar song came on, one that all of the girls usually got up and danced on the bar to. Just like clockwork, the same girls climbed up on the bar and started dirty dancing over each other.

  The girl that had caught my eye climbed up with two of her friends. They were holding hands and grinding against each other. She would look over at me, and make sure I was watching as she brushed her lips against one of her friend’s lips. They were clearly just being flirty, but everyone in the bar began to watch the two of them. The catcalling had begun!

  She must have liked the attention because she started running her hands under the other girls clothes, displaying her naked midriff for everyone to see. She crouched down while shaking her hips and licked her friend’s abdomen. Whistles filled the room, like they were the only entertainment in the building.

  She turned around, allowing her friend to grind against her ass and massage her breasts. Then, she bent over and her friend began spanking her while they danced. While everyone was turned on by the erotic dancing, and the girl on girl action they were giving, I was still wondering where I knew this girl from.

  The song ended and all the guys fought to help the girls down, just hoping for a touch or maybe even a conversation, but the girls decided to keep it going.

  “Body shots!” They called out.