His Maid

The bell for the front door and through the halls as he stepped down the stairs and peeked through the hole. His jaw nearly hit the floor as his eyes slowly rake up and down her body. The woman standing outside of the door is dressed only in a typical maid uniform and carrying a tote of cleaning product. For the first time, he had hired a house cleaner who would be by today, but he can't help but doubt this was genuinely the person they had sent. His thoughts were derailed as the chime from the bell rings through the house again, and he snaps out of her trance before pulling the door open.

"Hello?" He calls out ahead of him.

"Hello, Mr. Wheeler! My name is Kyra, I'll be cleaning your home this afternoon!"

"Oh. Um, hello there. Please, call me Kyle. The cleaning company did mention someone would be by today.."

"Oh yes, I was already filled in on what all you would like done today. I will try my best to stay out of your way, but if there are any housekeeping duties you'd like me to add to my list while I'm here, please let me know! I'm more than happy to do anything I can for you today." She said with a big smile and he couldn't help but feel his member threaten to grow with excitement as he welcomed her into his home. Did all maids actually wear those skimpy dresses? he thought to himself.

She wonders from room to room in the home, him following close behind to explain each room and try to list off anything he could imagine might need to be cleaned inside. He found himself struggling to pull his eyes from her thighs, and eventually her ass. It teased peaking out ever so slightly with every step, and the feeling in his cock began to become something he could no longer ignore.

They finished up the miniature tour and she quickly set off to work, moving from room to room and tidying every mess insight. He settled back in his office and desperately switched from game to game trying to find a distraction. Regardless of what he put on the screen, his mind could only focus on what sight might be kept secret beneath her dress. Why would someone wear a dress so short to work anyway? he found himself wondering. One wrong move or overextension and you're completely exposed in a stranger's home. There was no denying the hard-on in his pants at the thought, and before he could process the thought, he was on his feet and walking to the kitchen.

Brewing a cup of coffee, he sits on a barstool at his kitchen counter and curiously peaks into the open living room. She's so busy organizing and dusting the entertainment system, he's not even sure she heard him walk in. If she were to find him staring she might find it uncomfortable, but he can't bring himself to look away. As she finishes the top shelves, she bends at the waist to start on the lower shelves, and her entire ass is out. He and his dick are immediately drawn to attention and before his mind can process his movements, his hand is in his pants rubbing slowly. Her hips swayed slightly as she worked and he couldn't help but roll his eyes. It felt as though she was doing everything completely intentionally; as if she knew he was watching. She stood suddenly and turned to face the couch. He lowered his head to the phone screen below him and pretended he wasn't just stroking his cock to the maid. He thought he heard her giggle but he didn't dare move his eyes from the screen.

After what felt like an eternity, he allowed himself to peek and found her vacuuming through the couch cushions. He snuck out of the kitchen and found another angle to enjoy the view from behind.

He pressed himself into her behind, his hands instinctually gripping her hips.

"What are you doing?" she calls behind herself but making no effort to stop him. He swears he can feel her lightly lean back against him. "I'm supposed to be working... we shouldn't be doing this." He's confident that she is equally as interested as him, and grips her hips tighter to keep her in place. His movement begins to change from rubbing to more of a thrust against her. He could hear her beginning to moan beneath him, only causing his dick to grow harder and his thrusts to slowly become more forceful. "We... we really... should stop." she stammers out below him. He knows she's enjoying it. Why is she trying so hard to deny the obvious? Does he just need to show her that she likes it?

His hand slips from her hips to the hem of her dress as he continues to thrust into her, pulling her body against him with his opposite hand. She lets out a low 'oh god' and his fingers move themselves to her panties. She gasps at the feeling of his fingers.

"We're really not supposed to be doing this. I'm just supposed to clean. This isn't right." But her panties are already to the side and his hand is on his dick, pulling it out of his waistband. His head is pressed against her entrance as she lets out a soft, "Please."

He isn't sure what she's pleading; for him to move forwards or backward. With both hands on her hips, he slowly rubs his fingers into her hips, trying to signal for her to make a move. He swears that he feels her slightly lean back, and takes the cue to press himself deep inside her hole.

He continues to thrust in and out of her as she cries out below him. He can't exactly tell if her sounds are indicating this was the correct decision, but with how tight she is he can't bring himself to stop either way. She feels indescribable to him, she's tightening around him with every thrust and he can feel her liquids running down his shaft before too long.

"Please." She works out between moans.

"Please, what? Please more? Do you want me to fuck you harder?" He asks her, tightening his grip and stabilizing himself to thrust farther.

"I'm.. supposed to be... working..." Her actions are contradicting her words as she is now very noticeably backing into his hips to meet each thrust. He grinned knowing he officially had her directly in his hands and began slowing down his thrusts to test how she'd react. Just as he suspected, she began pressing back into him more and more, and he knew he had her exactly where he wanted her.

"Would you like me to stop?" He teases, coming almost to a complete stop before her hand reaches around and pulls him back into her. He doesn't wait for an answer, slamming into her small frame as he begins fucking her hard. She's crying out below him, but he watches as her hand slips beneath her stomach to where he can only assume it begins rubbing her clit.

His eyes catch the zipper for her dress and he doesn't think twice before pulling it down, tugging the shoulders of her dress down as well so her chest becomes exposed below her. I reach out and pinch her nipple, hearing a loud groan from below me. "Tell me you want me to keep fucking you or I'm stopping for real."

"Please don't stop. Your dick feels so amazing, please keep fucking me, Mr. Wheeler."

He presses down on the small of her back so she falls into the back of the couch and lifts his leg to the ledge for more stability. They're moaning together as he drills into her, one thumb slipping into her ass to tighten her even more. He knows he won't be able to last much longer with her this tight, so he replaces his thumb with a finger and begins moving it in and out, hearing her moans intensify as he does. He reaches his other head to her nipple and focuses on her moaning to dry and hold out from cumming. His cock is absolutely soaked inside of her and he's sure she can feel it twitching inside of her with every thrust.

"I'm gonna cum. You can't cum in me! Oh god you feel so good." He feels her tightening even more around his dick and he knows if he can hold out just a little longer he'll be able to make her cum. "I-I'm cumming!" She cries out, followed by a sea of moans and swears. Her knees buckle below her and she slumps against the back of the couch, panting like a dog.

He places both knees on the couch and leans into her. She has turned to face him, mouth open as if she had read his mind. He slips a hand behind her head and pulls her mouth around his cock, moving her head as he pleases. He begins thrusting along her tongue, looking down into her eyes as he fucks her face. Within seconds he's ready to cum, this time allowing himself to thrust harder and explode into her throat. He cums for a long time, her choking midway through and pulling back so the rest of his load sprays around her mouth and down onto her chest. This is singlehandedly the hottest scene he's ever witnessed. She licks her lips, scooping up a finger full of the liquid from her chest and swiping it into her mouth.

"Thank you, sir." She says with a wink before hopping off the couch to scoop up her dress and head to the bathroom to clean herself up. He slips his dick back into his sweats and walks back into his office, shutting the door behind him.