The Housemaid

I Wasn’t Even Seriously Job Hunting That Night

I was scrolling out of boredom when I found the listing titled, The Housemaid. It sounded ridiculous at first: $3,000 for a private cleaning job, with very specific expectations about appearance and attitude. I applied. The next day, I found myself standing outside a modern, glass-front house, dressed exactly as requested. I caught my reflection before knocking and almost laughed. I looked like a cliché blonde. Hair down, fitted black and white uniform with nothing on underneath, and I looked… good. Incredibly sexy, like I understood the assignment, like I was the housemaid he was expecting! Nervously, I waited there not knowing what to expect.

The Man Who Opened the Door

He barely reacted at first, but I noticed the way his eyes lingered. Oddly enough, I was really attracted to him so I figured that would make the job easier. He let me in without much small talk, walking me through the house and showed me what needed to be done. Everything was spotless already, which somehow made the job feel less about cleaning and more about presence. “Presentation matters,” he said at one point, and I knew he wasn’t just talking about the counters. I nodded. Playing the housemaid suddenly felt less like a fantasy role play and more like a role I had to grow into quickly. I had a feeling there wouldn’t be much cleaning at all. However, I was ready for the job!

I Was The Housemaid…With Favors

Once I started working, I focused on staying calm, moving with purpose, pretending I didn’t feel his attention shift in and out of the room. He walked over to me, dropped to his knees and kissed my feet. I was a little bit thrown off by this but I let it be. He started to beg me to drop my panties and so I did. He took my panties and sucked on the crotch while looking up at me and begging me to fuck his dick. I was confused but soaking wet. I pulled him up and started to kiss him and then pushed him down on the couch and slid my pussy down on his dick. Feeling him pump his cock inside of me was so hott. I was more than the housemaid. I mean last week I fucked my boyfriends gear shifter and this week I was coming over to clean a strangers house in lingerie.

Being the Housemaid Wasn’t Just About Cleaning Anymore

By the time I finished, the place looked untouched in the best way possible. I stood there waiting with my pussy full of his cum, dripping down my thighs. “You’ll come back,” he said, not even asking. And honestly, I didn’t hesitate. He snapped out of this submissive character and back to being serious. Something about the whole experience all of that damn tension, the confidence it pulled out of me really made it hard to walk away. Fucking a stranger off the internet was surprisingly so fucking hot. I came in thinking I was just trying something different, but somewhere along the way, I realized I didn’t just look like the housemaid. I had stepped into it completely.

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