Horny Maid Chronicles Part I [part 1 of 3] By: Oneguy4fun (joedurante@hotmail.com) The Horny Maid Chronicles are true stories of erotic encounters of a maid. I have worked with her to put her experiences in writing. If feedback is good, additional stories from the Maid Chronicles will be posted. Most guys probably picture a maid as a big-breasted female in a French maid outfit with the body of a supermodel. Her hair is all pretty and poofy and her face is made up to perfection. She has long shapely legs and of course she's wearing high heels and no bra. Let's see, she flirts with the man of the house all day long and then eventually gets into his pants and they end up having a long-term affair. Well I'm here to tell you that's not true. First of all, if I were a supermodel do you think I would actually be someone's servant? Hell no! I'd be out partying on a different Island every week, drinking margaritas, and making big bucks as a model. Secondly, how many people do you know clean their house dressed like they are ready for a night out? The truth is, I go to work in jeans and a T-shirt, with my hair tied back. I'm an average girl, about 5'7" with an average build. If you must know, my breasts are a C-cup. As for the man of the house... Here's a little tip - most people that own mansions and can afford a maid, well they're never home. They are always working or out entertaining clients, politicians, or whoever else needs their ass kissed. Makes my job easier because the house stays pretty clean. Anyway, being a maid is not all that bad. For a part of the day, I get to live like a rich person without all the responsibility. The pay is good and I meet a lot of interesting people. I've been doing it for about 10 years now. The first five years were typical housekeeping jobs, nothing too exciting. Then I started getting adventurous. To make the job a little more fun I would snoop around and try to learn about the people for which I worked. Occasionally I would bring a boyfriend or a girlfriend over and we'd have our own little party in the hot tub, in the pool, or anywhere else in the house. This led to some good times, as well as times that got me into trouble. This is what the horny maid chronicles are all about. My erotic encounters while I was a maid. Occasionally while working, and no one was home, I would take a break and masturbate. At first, it was just a quick fantasy to get sexual release. I'd lay on the bed, unzip my jeans, and finger myself while fantasizing about Biff the stud. As time went on my masturbation sessions became more elaborate and involved. It got to the point, where I actually planned a day around a fantasy. I mean I couldn't wait to get to work because I had a whole sexual fantasy planned out for myself. On one particular day I pushed the envelope a little too far and got myself into trouble. It was when I was working for Mr. Bombay. Mr. Bombay was single, rich, and well known in the community. One day while cleaning (maybe snooping a little), I came across a box of videos hidden in his closet. Each video was marked with various initials and abbreviated words. I didn't understand what they meant but curiosity got the best of me and I took a video and put it into the VCR. What I saw shocked me. It was a video of Mr. Bombay and a pretty little girl fucking. Still curious, I stopped the tape and popped in another one. There he was again, but with another girl. "Wow! What a great find," I said to myself. I watched a little bit of the video and realized I was getting aroused. Unfortunately the end of the day was approaching and Mr. Bombay would be home soon so I put the tapes back and finished my work. That night when I got home, I planned out my next day's fantasy. You know the French maid's outfit that I mentioned earlier. Well, I went to a lingerie store and bought one. Tomorrow, I would be a sexy French maid serving a handsome master. In the morning I went to work dressed as usual in jeans and a T-shirt. When Mr. Bombay left for work, I went out to my car and pulled out a bag filled with everything I needed. I went into his luxurious bathroom and got myself ready. I put on a pair of black silk panties, a black garter and stockings. I pulled out the French maid outfit and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror and admired how sexy the outfit was. The top was low cut and clung tightly around my breasts, showing off my cleavage. I had no bra on so my nipples poked through the soft black material. The outfit clung tightly around my waist, which made my breasts seem larger. A white lacy apron accented the outfit. The outfit stopped just below my ass, making the garters and top of my stockings visible. A cute white lace hairpiece, black heels, and black choker with frilly white lace completed the outfit. I must admit that I looked very sexy. It's a shame nobody was going to see me dressed like this. It was good enough for me. Just wearing the outfit and knowing what I was going to do was getting me aroused. I already had a moist warm feeling building between my legs. Now that I was ready, I starting my normal cleaning routine. First was the study, which was decorated in cherry oak furniture. The walls were lined from the floor to the ceiling with shelves full of books. I went over to the rolling ladder attached to the shelves and climbed up a few steps and started dusting. I imagined a strong handsome man sitting at the desk watching me. From his viewpoint he could see up my skirt. I moved my right leg up two steps higher on the ladder, giving him a full view of my panties. Without a word he gets up from the desk and walks underneath the ladder. I imagine his face staring directly into my panty covered pussy. I slide my right hand under my skirt and snake a finger under my panties and into my wet pussy. I easily slide two more fingers into my wide-open pussy. As I cling to the ladder with one hand, I imagine him watching me as I finger fuck myself. My body comes alive with pleasure and I begin to pant heavily. I pull and tug on my clit in just the right places. God... it feels soo incredible. My hips start moving in rhythm with my slick fingers. I have my left arm wrapped around the ladder to hold me in place. With this hand I manage to pull and tweak my nipples through the soft cotton fabric.. Imagine if Mr. Bombay walked in now. What a sight he would see... his maid in a slutty outfit, halfway up a ladder finger fucking herself. My eyes are closed as I enjoy the intensifying pleasure. This is what self-pleasure is all about. I am so close to cumming, but I force myself to stop. This is all part of the fun. I love to tease myself to the brink of orgasm and then relax. This teasing makes me incredibly horny and leads to an intense orgasm when all is said and done. I try to relax as I finish cleaning the downstairs. When I am a bit calm, I move to the stairs. The wide staircase curves upward to the right, extending to a second floor balcony. I stop midway up the stairs and imagine my handsome man reaching around me from behind. I slowly caress my breasts. A slight tug on my outfit causes each tit to pop out into the cool air. I lean forward and get down on my hands and knees on the stairs. I slide my panties down to my knees giving a full view of my ass and clean-shaven pussy. I imagine him unzipping his pants revealing a large hard cock. He wants to fuck me up the ass. I pull a small silver vibrator from my pocket and place the tip at the opening of my ass. Teasing myself, I slowly push the tip of the vibrator around the rim of my asshole. It is cold and smooth and my skin tingles at its touch. I spread my legs wider on the stairs, allowing easy access to my ass. Slowly I work the vibrator in and out of my ass. Each time I push it in, I go a little deeper. The vibrator sliding in and out my ass sends waves of pleasure and warmth through my body. My pussy is glistening with wetness. It's not long before my inner thighs are wet and slippery with my juices. The aroma of my sex is overwhelming. I manage to work the entire vibrator into my ass. Once again I am close to orgasm, but I hold back. I clench my ass muscles around the vibrator and pull my panties up. Carefully, I proceed to the master bedroom where my grand finale will take place. Mr. Bombay's bedroom is impressive. When you walk into the bedroom a King Size bed covered in black satin sheets draws your attention. Long handcrafted wood posts extend to the ceiling on each corner of the bed. Against the wall, facing the bed, is a large screen digital TV and VCR. Quickly I locate Mr. Bombay's video collection and pop one of the tapes into the VCR. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I watch as Mr. Bombay enters the room with a half-dressed woman. It doesn't take long before they're both naked and Mr. Bombay has his face between her legs. The way she's sitting with her legs spread, I have a clear view of Mr. Bombay licking her pussy. Watching him run his tongue along her cunt lips gets me so hot! I reach down and begin to finger fuck myself again. I was so into the video and the heat of the moment that I didn't realize Mr. Bombay had come home. Suddenly out of the corner of my eye I see him standing in the doorway watching me. I don't know why I didn't scream or jump, but I just looked at him, speechless. Normally I'd be embarrassed caught in this predicament, but at this point I was so horny and aroused I didn't know what to do. I just sat there on the edge of the bed motionless, with my legs spread wide open. Without a word he walked over to me and sat behind me on the edge of the bed. "Well, well, what do we have here," he whispered in my ear as he reached around me. His hand gently rubbed over my panties and he brought his moist covered fingers up to his nose and inhaled deeply. I nearly creamed my panties watching him do this. It was so unexpected, so vulgar, and I loved it! Suddenly I wanted him to fuck me so bad and he knew it. I just stared at him quietly, afraid to ruin the moment by speaking. "Such a naughty maid," he whispered, "don't let me stop you. Please continue." Following his request, I slid my hand back down to my cunt and continued finger fucking myself. I couldn't believe I was doing this! He reached around and began to fondle my tits which were already exposed. As the pleasure engulfed my body I leaned back on his chest and looked into his eyes with pure lust. He smiled back and continued to play with my tits. When I turned back I was startled to see myself on the TV. I don't know how he did it, but somewhere there was a camera focused on my pussy. My cunt lips were engorged and covered with my juices. I have to admit, watching myself like this made me even hotter. Seeing my reaction, Mr. Bombay whispered, "That's right, see how naughty you are. Put on a good show for me." He began kissing my neck and squeezing my nipples. Strange as it may seem, his words sent me over the edge. I spread my legs wide for the camera and slid four of my fingers in and out of my cunt in a mad craze for pleasure. All the pleasure and teasing that built up in me over the past few hours suddenly exploded in multiple orgasms. Just when I caught my breath, Mr. Bombay moved infront of me and unzipped his pants. I slid his pants down, revealing a hard throbbing cock. His excitement was obvious as precum dripped from the tip. I wasted no time taking him into my mouth. I stared into his eyes while licking his shaft, savoring the taste of his precum. I played with his balls while sucking his rod. This drove him crazy. He grabbed the back of my head and began fucking my face. He was groaning and telling me that he always wanted to fuck my pretty face. His dirty talk made me want to please him even more. He was close to cumming when he pulled back, saying he didn't want to waste his load in my mouth. He helped me get up onto the bed. I was now on my hands and knees, my ass facing the camera. I was still in my maid's outfit, but it was soo short that my ass was clearly visible. He immediately noticed the tip of the silver vibrator peaking out of my asshole (yes, believe or not I was able to keep it in the whole time. I've had lots of practice). Seeing this, he laughed and told me that I was even sluttier than what he thought. He told me to turn around and face the TV so I could watch myself being fucked. Once I got into position, he pulled the vibrator out of my ass and turned in on. It easily slid back into my stretched anus. I helped guide his cock into my pussy from behind. He started fucking me, slowly at first, then faster and harder. His cock filled me, his balls began slapping against my ass. Looking up, I saw myself on the large screen TV. There I was on all fours, my tits swaying back and forth, with an expression of pure pleasure on my face. I was his video slut. It was actually quite erotic watching myself being fucked. While he fucked me, he moved the vibrator in and out in the same rhythm as his cock. Words cannot describe the pleasure I was feeling at the moment. His orgasm came suddenly. My pussy clamped tightly around his cock, pulling him in deeper. As he filled me with his warm cum, I exploded with another intense orgasm. As soon as we finished his cell phone rang. He jumped up, answered it and began getting dressed. As he walked out the door, I could hear him telling the caller he got tied up with something at home and was on his way. In an instant he was gone. That was the last I saw him that day. (Feedback appreciated. More to come if comments are good.)