Diary of a Male Maid

by Foor, Jennifer

“I know you did.” She said as she smiled and went under the water. I watched as she swam to the stairs and climbed out of the pool. “Let yourself out whenever you’re ready to leave. I will see you on Friday, dear.”

  She grabbed her swimsuit and robe and headed back into the house.

  I didn’t want to hang around, so I grabbed my clothes and began putting them on as I made my way back to the house. I grabbed my supplies and money and headed out the front door, never looking back for Mrs. Smith.

  I had to laugh as I opened the envelope once I was in the car, and saw that she had again given me five one-hundred dollar bills, even before she knew we were going to do anything. Maybe she was just that sure of herself.

  I started out of her driveway, heading toward the road. I almost didn’t want to look at Mrs. Jones’ house after what I had just done with Mrs. Smith. Hell, she could probably see me out there with her neighbor. Knowing how freaky the woman was, she probably watched us and fingered herself to it.

  I started shaking my head, laughing off the thought, when someone caught my eye coming out of the Jones’ driveway. It wasn’t the Fed-Ex guy that was delivering the package, it was the blonde that was signing for it. The same blonde that I had fucked the shit out of and couldn’t remember where I knew her from.

  Chapter 8

  Instead of being smart and driving by, like I hadn’t seen her. I stopped the jeep and jumped out. She waved to the Fed-Ex guy as he drove away and then gave me a big smile as I approached her.

  “Bastian. This isn’t your day to clean is it?” She said as she looked at the small package she was holding, ignoring the fact that I was about to kill someone.

  “Holy Shit! You knew your mother was a client?”

  “Of course I knew. I recognized you immediately. What’s the big deal?”

  “Did you fuck me to get back at your mother for something, because I don’t want to be in the middle of something like that?”

  “Sebastian, I fucked you because I wanted to fuck you.” She dropped the box in the grass and walked over to me. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I remained still waiting. She leaned her head in toward my ear. “Wasn’t it good, Bastian? Don’t you want to fuck me again?”

  Normally I wouldn’t have thought about it at all, but I was seriously freaked out about all of this now. “You want to fuck me even though I was hired by your mother?”

  “She hired you to clean her house. I can fuck who I want, and I want to fuck you.” She said as she rubbed her nose against my neck.

  I didn’t know how it was possible, but my dick was already starting to get hard again.

  “Don’t you want me, Bastian?”

  “Hell yes, I want you.” I said as I wrapped my arms around her and grabbed her tight ass.

  Her soft lips pressed into mine. She pulled me back toward her property line, where a big patch of ivy nestled into a private spot in her yard. When she got down on her hands and knees and lifted up her skirt, revealing no panties, I looked around and dropped down behind her.

  This wasn’t slow like Mrs. Smith. She wanted me to pound her and I liked giving it to her. After grabbing the last condom out of my wallet, I fucked her right on the front lawn, while looking up at the blue sky. We didn’t have time for romance or kissing. She just wanted to be fucked. I drove into her tightness, licking my lips as I watched it slamming inside of her. I rammed my cock deep inside of her, as far as it would go. Each time was more slippery and felt even better. There were only a few more pounds before I could feel her pussy tightening around my cock, and she immediately collapsed on the grass. She lay there next to me panting for air. I lay beside her with my pants around my ankles. I was still hard, but I wasn’t worried about finishing. I just wanted to feel her ass. But as I began massaging it, she turned to face me, biting her lip. “I like it there too, Sebastian. I like the way it hurts.” She took her finger and made circles around her asshole. “Do you want some of this?”

  “Hell yes!” I said as I moved closer to her. I wanted that shit bad, and she had just given me permission to violate her.

  I pulled her into the spooning position and vigorously shoved my hardness into her tight ass. She cried out, but grabbed my ass from behind her and started pulling me into her. I knew it was hurting her, but I thrusted even harder, until finally her asshole relaxed. I reached my hand around to her clit and began pinching it between two fingers as I moved my hand back and forth. Just feeling the ball of her clit between my fingers, as my dick rocked inside of her ass, was fantastic. She cried out “Harder” and began to come as I squeezed her clit one more time. I smacked her on the ass, and then rubbed it away. She moaned as she rubbed the spot where I had slapped. I reached down to feel the wetness for myself and began to fill the rubber with my second release of the day.

  She pulled her body away from me, but only to turn around and face me. She still had on a tank top, but her wet pussy was exposed, and even after all of the sex, I found myself licking my lips. She was swollen, and it turned me on knowing that it was all because of me.

  “Mmm, I am glad you found me today, otherwise I wouldn’t have been fucked so good before lunch time.” She stood up and began putting her clothes back to normal. “ I’m sorry I had to leave so quickly the other night. I didn’t want things to get weird.”

  I stood and pulled my shorts up, buttoning them. “How did you know I would be at that bar?”

  “It wasn’t the first time I had seen you there. Plus, we have a math class together.”

  “Are you shitting me? I never saw you in math.”

  “That’s because I hardly attend. My mother makes me go. She thinks she can control my life.”

  Suddenly, I had to rationalize what I was actually doing. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this again, ya know, on account of your mother and my job.” I was hoping she would read between the lines and see my conflict.

  “Bastian, I won’t tell if you don’t. I like the way you fuck me, and I want more.”

  “Well I just got out of a long relationship, and I wasn’t looking for anything right now. With school and work, I just don’t have a lot of time.”

  “I didn’t ask for your hand in marriage, Bastian. I just like to be fucked. I transferred a few months ago from France and I don’t have many friends. When I saw you at school, I thought you were so sexy. I watched you in class, and then to my amazement, I saw you in my driveway last week. Then later that night, I saw you at the bar and couldn’t control myself. I had to see what was in those pants.”

  “I can’t be seen with you at your house on account of being employed by your mom.”

  “My mother is a joke. I could care less what she thinks of me. I am twenty one and I can fuck whoever I please.” She grabbed my face and pressed her lips into mine. I closed my eyes, realizing how much I enjoyed being around her. “Do you want to come in?”

  “I really should be leaving. I just got finished at Mrs. Smith’s house, and I don’t know if I am ready to see your mom.”

  I really just needed to rest.

  “She isn’t home, Bastian. Let’s get a shower and eat something. I won’t bite, unless you want me to.” She said teasingly.

  There was something about this girl that I really found intriguing. I enjoyed being around her, even though I didn’t really know her. I hopped in my jeep and we drove to the back of her house.

  “Are you okay, Bastian?”

  “I’m kind of embarrassed to ask you something.”

  She smiled and started to get out of the jeep. “Alex! My name is Alex.”

  I gave her a half smile and watched as she headed toward her huge house. “Are you coming?” She asked as she pulled the tank top over her head, revealing no bra. I hadn’t even noticed when I was fucking her in the ass that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I ran behind her, grabbing her clothes as I followed.

  Chapter 9

  I spent the rest of the afternoon with Alex. After our shower, we watched television and had a couple beers, li
ke normal people our age did. I thought that it was cool that she had been in France, and found myself asking her a million questions about living there. I’d been so accustomed to just having sex with my clients, that I’d forgotten how nice it was to have a conversation with someone.

  It didn’t help that she had come on to me, so any type of friendship besides the sex was just a bonus. Alex was a hot little kitten, but I couldn’t help but feel guilty for having sex with her mother. She didn’t seem to like the woman very much, so me being with her couldn’t have been a good thing.

  Since I’d just started working for Mrs. Jones, it would be easy for me to quit, although the money was good and I’d be out a grand a week. Giving up that kind of money for someone that I’d just fucked and barely knew was fucking stupid.

  All afternoon, we sat pretty far apart, not cuddled together like two people that had just slept together and taken a shower.

  Karrie had been my last girlfriend, and we always just hung out at both of our places. We went out and did things, or hung out at parties with other friends. As the day progressed, I found it rather disturbing that she was so far away from me. I stood up and walked over to where she was sitting on the couch and ran my hand up her leg as I sat down beside her. She looked my way before looking back at the television. “You don’t have to do that.”

  “Do what?”

  “Be all touchy feely since we slept together. I know what it was and I don’t have any inclinations to make me think it was anything more.”

  What the hell? “Seriously, I’m not an asshole like that.”

  She smiled and ran her hand up my arm. “Bastian, I’d like us to be friends. The benefit part would be up to you, of course.”

  I leaned my head back against the couch and laughed. “Sounds cool to me.”

  Alex leaned in close to my face. I could feel her hot breath against my skin. “Don’t get all creepy on me though. I mean, I like you, but I’m not ever going to ask you for a ring or anything.”

  I’d never met anyone like this girl before. I didn’t want to say she was a straight up slut, because that just sounded bad, but she was something. “Yeah, I think I can be cool about it. So, do we make rules or something?”

  She brushed her lips against mine and pulled away. “How about we fuck whenever we want and hang out sometimes too?”

  I pulled away and smiled. This was every man’s dream. “You sure you aren’t fucking with me? You’re really being serious right now, aren’t you?”

  She laughed and stuck out her tongue to drag it across my closed mouth. “I never joke about fucking.” She kissed me softly and looked over at the clock. “You better get going. I wouldn’t want the parental unit catching us like this.”

  “So, when will I see you?” She told me not to get all weird and here I was doing just that. Leave it to me to fuck it up before it could be cool enough to smile about.

  “I’ll see you in class, silly.” She stretched and sprawled her body out on the long sectional. “I’m going to take a nap. Just see yourself out, would you?”

  If I had a tail, it would have been between my damn legs. I walked out of there like I was so ashamed for what I’d done. I got halfway down the road and pulled over because I couldn’t stop laughing. “Holy shit, I just banged a chick in her ass and she liked it!”

  Yeah, I was talking to myself, but come on, who wouldn’t?

  When I finally calmed down enough to drive the rest of the way home, I stopped at a drive-thru and grabbed something to eat. I assume that with all the sex I had worked up an appetite. When I walked into the apartment, my roomies were laughing. I held my arms up in the air. “What?” Was this some candid camera thing? Did they set me up today with Alex?

  “Where you been all day?” My buddy Mark asked.

  I smiled, but didn’t disclose any information. “I had shit to do.”

  “Yeah, well, we left you a surprise in your room, bud. Have fun with that!”

  I looked at Mark and laughed. “Yeah, whatever.” I wanted a long shower and to crash. I never thought I could possibly be oversexed in my lifetime, but that is exactly what I was.

  Nothing, and I mean nothing, could have prepared me for what I saw when I walked into my room. My ex, Karrie, was spread out on top of my bed. She had the movie Varsity Blues playing and had covered herself in whipped cream and cherries. She bit down on her lip and smiled. “Long time no see.”

  You gotta be fucking kidding me?

  “Karrie, what are you doing here?” I was trying to ignore the fact that she was naked under that whipped cream.

  “I missed you. I got some time off from school and I came to see you first. Aren’t you glad to see me?” She put out her lip and pretended to pout. Man, she was hot.

  I sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down to kiss her lips. Damn, it made me feel so bad for my actions earlier. I don’t know why. Karrie and I were broken up. I wasn’t cheating. “I missed you too. I’m sorry, you just surprised me.” I stuck my finger into the mound of white cream on her breast and tasted it. “So, you thought you would have to seduce me?”

  She laughed. “No, I just haven’t had sex in months and I didn’t want to waste any time.”

  Great! Was every woman around me super horny?

  I leaned down to kiss her again. “Baby, I really do miss you, but I am beat. I took on more houses and after studying, I’m just tired as shit.”

  She sat up, messing up the pretty whipped cream bra she had going. “Seriously? Okay, spill! What is going on with you?”

  I got all paranoid. “Nothing! I really am beat. Let me take a nap and I’ll be good to go.”

  She got up and bitched her way to the bathroom to rinse off. I felt terrible for brushing her off, but not really that bad about being with Alex. Sure, Alex and I were just friends, but I was free to fuck whoever I wanted. Karrie and I hadn’t made any commitment of having a long distance relationship. When I heard the shower running, I kicked off my shoes and got under the covers. I felt like I had a damn hangover, but instead of it being due to alcohol consumption, it was due to sexual consumption.

  I remember Karrie coming back in the room and sitting on the bed next to me, but I must have fallen asleep. When I woke up, it was dark outside and I was alone in bed. I sat up and checked my phone to see that I had no messages. I didn’t know if that upset me or made me happy. When I went out into the kitchen I found a note from Karrie. “Went out with the guys to the pub. Come find us.”

  I scratched my head and considered going back to bed. After realizing that Karrie had come to visit with me and I’d just blown her off, I decided it would be best to go out and try to find them. Once I got myself cleaned up and presentable, I headed out. It was a good thing that my buddies only hung out at two places. I found them at the first one and locked eyes with Karrie.

  She was such a beautiful girl and a big part of me missed her being around. Sure, we had our ups and downs, but she was someone that I could see myself settling down with. There was always something about her that made me never want to disappoint her. Knowing what I was currently involved in, made me feel awful. How could I have known that things would be this out of hand?

  Currently, I was sleeping with two clients and one of their daughters. If Karrie found out about that, she would leave for sure. I wasn’t okay with that outcome, so I needed to keep myself distanced until she went back to New York.

  She waved as I approached and wrapped her arms around me when I got close enough. “It took you long enough.”

  I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Sorry, I didn’t know you left. Shit, I didn’t even know you got ready. I must have been out of it.”

  Mark handed me a beer and I started to take a drink.

  “It must be all those group orgies you’re having.” I knew she was kidding, but my beer came shooting out of my nose. After the initial burn, I put a fake smile on my face.

  "What did you just say?"

  She giggled and rubbed m
y shoulder. "I said you were having orgies while I was gone."

  Hearing it the second time didn't make it anymore funny to me. The guilt was bad enough. Sure, I was young and didn't really have anyone to answer to but, it still made me feel bad about what I was doing.

  I had to look at it like Mrs. Smith and Mrs. Jones were part of my job. Yeah, it sounded much better in my head than it would if I told anyone. As far as Alex, well, I wasn't sure that having a friend with benefits was really a bad thing either. Especially when she was a friend that not only liked it rough, but also liked doing it in crazy places. Banging her behind that hedge row was pretty fucking awesome. It was definitely something that I would brag to my boys about after a few beers.

  Still, Karrie was here to visit with me, and as much as I was starting to enjoy my new lifestyle, a part of me missed the relationship and monotony that the two of us shared.

  Karrie grabbed the beer out of my hand and sat it down, right before pulling me out onto the dance floor with her. She instantly pulled me by the pants toward her rocking body. She started swaying her hips, while looking me intently in the eyes. I watched her lips get closer and closer to my face. As lightly as possible, her lips brushed over mine. Her eyes began to close and, for a few moments, I let myself forget all about the things I was doing behind everyone's backs. I let myself go back to a time where there was only one female in my life and I was content with that. As our kisses intensified, I heard a couple of our friends whistling. Since I knew they all liked Karrie, it was natural for them to always give her a hard time. She pulled away from our kiss and started laughing, while tightening her arms around my neck. "Tell me you miss me."

  I leaned close to her ear. "You know I do."

  Her arms slowly made their way from the back of my neck, down to my chest. She bit down on her lip before turning around and grinding her ass into my groin. I put my hands on her hips and matched her rhythm. As we swayed to the beat of the music, Karrie did her best to try and make me forget that we were surrounded by people. I could hardly contain the growing bulge in my pants that had somehow become accustomed to being used so much.