Hot Horny Maid Does More Than Just Clean Up!

I went from poor college student to hot horny maid!

Soon after I moved into an off-campus apartment, I realized I needed to make money.  But how could I make ends meet?  I still had to study and pass all my classes.  So I grabbed the local campus newspaper.  And flipped through to the available jobs.  Boy, did I get discouraged.  Nothing fit my interests or my schedule.  Until I saw an ad looking for a part-time cleaner.  But what really caught my eye was the smaller print at the bottom of the ad that simply said:  “Bonus for a hot horny maid and more.”

I chewed on the tip of my pen, trying to decipher what that meant.  Was it a job for a cleaner or a hot horny maid? Or a mix of both?  But I figured it couldn’t hurt to find out.  So I called the number in the ad.  Soon, an older gentleman answered.  He had to be my grandfather’s age.  But I didn’t care.  I needed to work.  And he seemed friendly enough.  So, Mr. Carter told me to show up for an interview the next day.  Most importantly, he stated, I needed to be dressed for the job.

Lucky for me, I had been a sexy French maid for Halloween that year.  So I pulled out the costume.  And tried it on.  Then I checked myself out in the mirror.  The tight black maid’s dress hugged my curves in all the right places, the short skirt barely covering my thighs.

Certainly, I wasn’t expecting a job interview to turn into this.

I arrived at the address I was given.  And I walked up the steps of the looming mansion.  As I rang the doorbell, I adjusted the thigh-high stockings I had added to the hot horny maid outfit.  Determined to nail this interview, I needed to look perfect.  Suddenly, I heard the door buzz.  So I pushed it open.

“Hello?” I called out hesitantly, hearing only the echo of my voice and the click of my red stilettos on the lobby floor as I walked in.

“In here,” a deep voice boomed.  So I walked toward the sound.  And there was an older man sitting in a leather armchair with a cocktail in his hand.  “Ah, you must be Kayla,” he said with a smile.  Not knowing what to do, I simply curtsied.  This was the man looking for a hot horny maid?

“You look the part,” Mr. Carter stated.  “Yes, I think this will work well.  The job is quite simple.  I need you to tidy up my home a few days a week.  Don’t worry, I have a full-time maid to do the dirty work.  But for 500 dollars a week, you will be my hot horny maid, among other things.  The truth is, I like to indulge in certain role plays.  And I need someone like you to entertain that.  So, are you interested?”

The truth is, I was desperate for money.  And I was happy to be a part of Mr. Carter’s fantasies.  So I nodded enthusiastically, letting him know I’d take the job.

The next day, I returned as Mr. Carter’s hot horny maid.

He was sitting in the same leather armchair I left him in yesterday.  He leaned back, his eyes roaming my body.  “Today, my dear, you’re not just my hot horny maid. However, you are a naughty girl who’s been very bad.”

“Of course, sir,” I whispered, letting him know I’d be his perfect submissive slut.

“Come here,” he commanded, patting his knee. “And let’s see just how naughty you’ve been.”

So I approached him and knelt, unsure of what he wanted from me.  “What have I done, sir?” I asked innocently.

Then Mr. Carter smiled.  “You’ve been sneaking around with boys, haven’t you?”

I gasped, feigning innocence. “No, sir! Of course not, I would never.  I’m only your hot horny maid.”

“Don’t lie to me,” he interrupted, his tone firm. “I know all about you.  And there are rules. Now, naughty girls must be punished.”

I bit my lip.  “I’m sorry, sir. Please forgive me.”

But Mr. Carter would not be forgiving his hot horny maid.

“Forgiveness is to be earned,” he said, his voice low. “Stand up and turn around.”  Of course, I did as I was told.  “Lift your skirt,” he ordered, standing.  “Such a naughty girl,” he murmured, his hand resting on my lower back. “You deserve a spanking, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I whispered.  Then, before I knew what was happening, his hand landed firmly on my ass, the sting sharp.  I gasped as Mr. Carter repeated the motion, each strike leaving a burning sensation on my skin.

“That’s enough for now,” he stated after a few dozen spanks.  “It’s time for your real punishment, Kayla.”  Slowly, Mr. Carter unbuckled his belt.  “You’ve been very bad. And bad girls need to be reminded of their place.”

Then he stepped closer, his belt dangling from his hand.  It was then that I realized what his intent was.  “Please, sir,” I murmured. “I promise, I’ll be good.”

I watched Mr. Carter smirk.  Then his hand cupped my chin.  “Bend over,” he commanded.  Then he pulled his hard cock out.  And slid a finger down my ass crack.

What would you do with a hot horny maid like me?

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