Freaky French Maid: My Summer of Cleaning Up ♕

Freaky French Maid: My Summer of Cleaning up

I was a freaky French maid. One summer I got stranded in LA. I must have been about twenty-two years old, very busty, very Marilyn Monroe. At that time I was going through a Marilyn phase and wore my hair short, dyed it platinum blonde, and wore a lot of white halter top dresses with swirling skirts. I was in Hollywood, trying to get a good agent. But all I got were naughty propositions! Then my money ran out. Of course, I could have called my parents and begged for a loan. However, I had my pride. So I decided to become a freaky French maid instead!

I answered an ad for a freaky French maid. So my career began.

Desperately I looked through the want ads. But I wasn’t qualified for anything. Then I saw an ad asking for a freaky French maid. The potential employer said he was an older man, very rich and looking for exquisite, white-glove service. He would provide the uniform. The girl would provide looks, obedience, and the ability to clean anything with her tongue. And I probably don’t have to tell you that the pay was great! So I took a chance and replied. A very businesslike but kind female voice answered; the woman told me she was a private secretary and that I should show up for my interview tomorrow morning.

As instructed, I went to my interview wearing only a trench coat.

I was totally bare underneath, my feet aching from the five-inch stilettos I’d also been told to wear. The secretary met me at the door of a gorgeous Bel-Air mansion that looked like a castle. She took me right to my employer, an elderly but still hot-looking guy wearing a Hugh Hefner-type smoking jacket. In a very courteous tone, he asked me to take off the coat. I shrugged it off and his eyes apprised my naked, curvy body: huge tits topped with pink nipples, finely toned ass. “You’re hired,” he said, “you can start now.” He then spits on his shoe. “Clean that up,” he ordered, “with your tongue.” I was now a freaky French maid!

I licked the spit off his shoe and then began my real duties.

Being a freaky French maid was not easy. While my employer watched, I licked the carved wooden legs of his tables and chairs. I polished the glass surfaces of huge ornate mirrors until my mouth ached. He gave me a tiny French maid’s uniform to wear, a size too small for me so that my beautiful breasts poured out at the top. And my bare ass stuck out. All the while he observed me. I could see him touching his cock. At the end of the morning, he took out his cock and said, “Clean this.” Of course, I obeyed at once. I caressed his cock with my tongue and he came almost immediately. I licked all of his cum up, as part of my job. Because I was, after all, a freaky French maid!

This was my summer cleaning up, as a freaky French maid.

It was very ooh-la-la. And I kept the uniform. If you would like to play with me, like a French maid or any other character, let me know asap! I will do anything to please you. We can even play Snow White and the Seven Dwarf Cocks. The only limits are our imaginations!