The advertisement leapt from the newspaper with a life of its own and I was immediately intrigued. My divorce had just been finalized and since I was still trying to free myself from the staggering debt I owed my lawyer, I needed a part-time job to supplement my income. I drove to the address in the ad, a very highbrow section of town, and was greeted by an attractive, elegantly dressed woman.
“Hi,” I said, reaching our my hand. ‘I’m Allison. I’m here regarding your ad for exotic maids.”
The woman smiled warmly. “Please come in , Allison. My name is Mrs. Dockworth and I own Maid For You.” The office was large and beautifully decorated; Mrs. Dockworth was obviously a woman of exquisite taste.
“Now then,” she said, “you certainly appear to be exactly the type of employee we need-young and attractive.” She sat behind her enormous desk and indicated that I should rake a seat.
“Our service provides specialized maid service for a select clientele,” she explained. “Our maids do light housework while wearing the company uniform-a frilly white apron, cap, red, spiked shoes and long, satin evening gloves. And nothing else.”
She paused, studying my reaction. I was leaning forward, eager to hear more. “Does that embarrass you?” she asked, then continued, “You’re nor shy are you?” “No, not at all,” I quickly answered, turned on by the idea. I hadn’t started dating yet since my divorce-I didn’t feel ready to jump back into the bar scene but the idea of having a sexy job appealed tremendously. “This is exactly the kind of opportunity I’ve been looking for. It sounds very exciting, very stimulating and I could certainly use the money. I’m ready for adventure!”
She smiled at my enthusiasm. “Very well, Allison. I’ll give you a chance.”
I raised my eyebrows at how easy it had been to get hired.
“One of our clients, an important individual, has requested maid service for this afternoon at his home,” Mrs. Dockworth said. “If he likes you , you’re in.”
I waited for more instructions, but that was it.
“You can pick up your uniform on the way out,” she said, and after a brief hiring session I was ready to go.
When I arrived at the client’s address, I was ushered inside by a tall, older man , the kind of butler who appears in movies. “You can change into your uniform in the bathroom, ” he said stiffly. “Third door on left at the top of the stairs. Begin by cleaning the study when you’re ready, which is right through this door.”
As I changed i n to my uniform and studied my reflection in the mirror, my nipples strained against the dainty starched white apron. Every movement revealed a glimpse of my curly parch of pubic hair, and having so much skin exposed was a real turn-on. I slipped into my shoes and gloves and fixed my make-up.
“OK,” I whispered, “here I go.”
When I entered the study, the client was sitting behind a computer, engrossed in his work. Attractive and serious-looking, he had obviously come straight from work, judging from the expensive looking, tailored suit he wore.
“You can start by dusting the book shelves, Allison. The duster is on the bot tom shelf.” His deep, sexy voice made my heart pound so loudly that I was worried he coul d hear i r. As I reached for the duster, I noticed that he had turned his chair to face me, and leaning over farther than necessary, I opened my legs, giving him a good view of my right, little ass and privates. I saw a hardness forming in his trousers and the sight of his excitement made my juices start to flow.
I dusted the shelves slowly, with strokes that were completely sexual. It was highly erotic moving rhythmically, knowing that this stranger was watching my every gesture. The more I cleaned , the more worked up I got, and I began to fantasize wildly about my new employer. I imagined sliding my tongue all over his gorgeous body. When dusting the shelf closest to his computer, I leaned my body towards him, letting my erect nipples slide out from beneath the apron. Looking down, I saw he was holding himself, rubbing his stiff cock up and down in time with my dusting.
My pussy throbbed as he stood up and slowly walked towards me. His hand slid up my velvety thigh and he grasped my ass, squeezing gently. It was so delicious to feel his tongue flicking across my nipples, and I arched my back , pushing my breasts towards his mouth.
I removed the tie from his neck and slowly dragged it across my clit, then dropped to my knees, open-mouthed and eager to take in his member. After fumbling with his zipper, I undid his pants and felt his manhood against me. My tongue found the furry warmth of his balls and proceeded to kiss and fondle them. I took his long, silky shaft in to my mouth, anxious to feel him between my lips. He thrust himself against me, deeper and deeper, every stroke caressing the back of my throat, sending waves of fire crashing throughout my body. Within minutes, he came with a deep and satisfied groan and shudder.
For a moment, I was disappointed, figuring that was it. But then, he flipped over and nearly lifted me onto his face. He began to pleasure me, finding places with his tongue that I never knew existed, until I was literally screaming at the top of my lungs. I was nervous the butler might get concerned or thin k I was hurt, but my worries were eclipsed by a climax that started deep and lasted for what seemed like forever.
Before I had a chance to recover, the client swooped me up and carried me out of the study. “I think the bad1room could use a little work, too,” he said, and led me to the most magnificent room I’d ever seen in my life. It was two stories high, bright with rays streaming in from a sky light, and we walked up a circular stair way to a secluded Jacuzzi. He pressed a button on the side, and immediately it was roaring with bubbles and steam was rising from the water. He climbed in first, and when he helped me down into the tub, I could see he was excited again. Our lovemaking was tender and slow, and I was grateful for the attention he paid to me . It was so long since I’d been with a man, I hadn’t realized how hungry I was to be touched.
When he walked me to the door, he grinned slyly and said, “Allison, I’m planning a little party tonight , so I may need you to come back again tomorrow to clean for me.”
“I’ll be here,” I said seductively, closing the door, my legs still trembling from the depth of my orgasms.
That night, Mrs. Dockworth called to say that the client had been so impressed with my ‘cleaning’ that he was requesting my services on a regular basis. She then offered me a full-time position with Maid For You, which I accepted . Happily, I thought, I had it maid.
