Hi, I’m a dude, and I live in an apartment with my maid. She’s Filipino, we’re actually pretty good friends, and it’s a rather respectful relationship. It’s a long story. But what isn’t a long story is how our relationship went from professional to something much more passionate.
I had already seen more of her than what polite society would call proper, and it had given me more than enough to fuel my fantasies for a few weeks. [Having seen her fingering herself while sniffing my underwear](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9he4x4/my_maid_and_i_a_forbidden_glimpse/), it was quite the challenge maintaining an air of courtesy and politeness around her when all I wanted to do was ravage her dripping wet cunt whilst she straddled my face and stuffed my dick down her thr-
Yeah. It was a hard couple of weeks.
A sunny Saturday morning came to pass and we met on the living room couch, chilling and sipping on our own cups of hot coffee, mulling about our day in the cool morning air. We talked a bit about our plans for the day, laughed a little at some witty remark or banter, and just generally hung out. There was a lull in the conversation, and she turned to her cellphone, when something caught my eye.
She was dressed in a loose-fitting t-shirt and shorts, sitting cross-legged on the couch and facing me. Her hair was tied up in a neat bun and her eyes were still a little glazed as she had not fully woken up. Glancing from my cup of coffee, I found my eyes tracing her tanned skin, her legs smooth and browned from her Filipina heritage, toned from days of housework about our apartment and her other commitments. I traced her legs up, and higher, until it fell on the mound of her shorts, and I stared stunned for a moment.
She wasn’t wearing underwear.
Her crossed-legs gave me a generous view of her clean shaven pussy, dark and almost teasing between the gaps of her shorts. I quickly continued to take sips from my cup of coffee and darted my gaze from staring at her face to her beautiful spread lips below. I began to feel my boner grow, and I stood and excused myself, moving past her to the bathroom behind her, racing my own cock to privacy. Stroking myself, enticed by what I had just seen, it really didn’t take very long for me to cum and return to the couch cleaned up and fully dressed.
Well, okay, I must have taken quite a bit of time in the bathroom, because when I returned, there she was lying on the couch: Facing away from me, her hand now buried in her shorts. I moved closer, practically standing over her, and watched as she writhed on the couch, her eyes closed in ecstasy, her lips slightly parted as she mewled at her own touch. I felt my boner growing again, poking out against my shorts and standing erect over her.
I cleared my throat, her eyes flew open. Silence. We stared at each other for a while, my eyes on her face, and her gazed locked on to the growing bulge in my shorts, her cheeks beginning to colour with embarrassment at the situation she was in. She began to stammer an apology as I leaned down, placed a finger on her lips, and smiled. “Would you like a hand?”
Her eyes widened in disbelief as my other hand fell to her knee, tracing up to her now wet pussy. She gasped as my hand traced the folds of her lips, teasing her clit and causing her to jolt from the touch. She let out a long, drawn out moan as my fingers gently eased their way into her pussy, her juices making sounds as I softly slide in and out of her. Her breathing grew heavier, now practically panting, and her hands shot up to her breasts, gripping them tighter as I continued to slowly finger-fuck her.
“Would you like to hold on to something else?” I asked as I used one hand to pull my shorts down, allowing my cock to stand fully erect and almost directly in her face. Her smile turned wicked and her eyes glistened with desire, her hand reaching out to stroke my cock whilst the other grabbed my waist, urging me closer to her mouth. Her lips parted and she lavished my cock with kisses, tracing the shaft and licking the tip of my penis while her hand gently stroked my balls.
My own hand had work of their own: My index and middle finger began to pump slightly faster while my thumb began to rub against her clit in a circular motion. Her hips bucked and followed the motions of my fingers, her toes curled up in tension as her pussy only became wetter. Her pussy tightening against my fingers, I began to twist my entire hand, rotating and rubbing her pussy all around the inside, curling my fingers and stroking her g-spot, a patch of skin that electrified her the second I grazed it.
Her work on my cock now grew desperate, and she enveloped my cock with her mouth and took me all the way in, pumping her head to milk my cock for all it was worth. She pulled away, licking the entire head, making my head spin as my already sensitive tip was given the thrill of a lifetime.
“Sir,” she whispered, “I’m sorry, sir… I’m going to cum,”
“Together then,” I smiled as I increased the intensity of my finger fucking, rewarded by a loud moan from her as she began to pump my cock even harder with her hand, her mouth now literally sucking on the head whilst her tongue played on the tip. Electricity, pleasure, orgasmic.
I grunted as I began to unload my cum into her mouth, my hot load setting her off as her pussy began to pulse and contract on my fingers. We bucked, our pelvises twitching out of control. Wave after wave of pleasure coursed through our bodies, and we were gently set back down on to the couch of my living room. Panting, we cuddled on the couch for a moment, our bodies fitting together like we were molded for each other.
“Well,” I panted into her ear, smirking as my voice caused her to shiver against me, “I think we need to get cleaned up. We have a long day ahead,”
Her smile? Priceless.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/9ll41z/my_maid_and_i_our_first_time
Great story!
As was the first installment, terrific.