A morning as a magical maid [FM]

Although I mostly enjoyed my Christmas and New Year, it was a frustrating time for me sexually, especially while my sister was clearly having a great time which only made things worse. However, over Christmas I was contacted by a photographer who lived surprisingly close to my parents looking for a very particular photo shoot with me, and given that I was perfectly placed I jumped at the chance to arrange something with him for the period between Christmas and New Year’s Day.

So, one morning I woke up a little earlier than I normally would have, grabbing some breakfast quickly, showering, then packing the outfit I’d been asked to bring into a bag and borrowing my mum’s car for the short 20 minute drive to the photographer’s house. After parking up and taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag off the passenger’s seat and headed up the drive of the house, seeing the door opening as I walked towards it. Waiting for me was the man I’d been talking to – in his late 50s, with grey, receding hair, well-dressed in a shirt and trousers and enthusiastic in his greeting towards me.

Inviting me in, we made polite, cheerful and enthusiastic small talk over a cup of coffee – about my day job, cosplay, Christmas and so on – until he asked if I was ready to get changed and get started, before showing me to a guest bedroom with a full-length mirror I could use. Taking my bag with me, I headed in, stripped off, and then changed into my cosplay. When I’d originally been contacted by the photographer, he was specifically looking for someone to dress as a maid for his shoot idea, and as I have a maid outfit I fit the bill. However, further online discussion and showing him my catalogue of cosplay left him very taken with my Miki Sayaka outfit from Madoka Magica, and in the end the shoot changed from involving a maid to a “magical maid” of sorts. Due to that, I found myself changing into Sayaka’s magical girl outfit – blue wig, white thigh-high stockings, blue skirt and a blue and white low-cut top, with white cape and gloves for accessories.

Once I’d changed, I headed back downstairs to a gasp of appreciation from the photographer, prompting me to give him a twirl as he cooed in appreciation. While I’d been changing, he’d pulled out his SLR camera and was ready and eager to go, and so we got to shooting. The “theme” was for me to be a visiting magical maid come to do cleaning duties, and so we started by going outside for a photo of me knocking on the door (which had me wondering if his neighbours was watching!), then me on the doorstep and in the living room. We went for some bog-standard photos and poses in my cosplay here as I posed as I would at a convention.

From there, it was time to go about my “chores”. First up was hoovering, which meant pictures of me smiling dressed in cosplay, pretending to vacuum – he then asked me to lean forward as he moved around me snapping photos here and there, showing off my cleavage as I leaned towards the camera. Then came doing the washing, as I sorted items in a basket and put them into the washing machine – again, making sure I was leaning forward and bending over for shots showing my cleavage and hints of my underwear beneath my skirt as I bent over. This continued – washing up (the gloves came off for this!), changing a duvet, dusting, and standing on a small ladder to reach a high shelf while his camera snapped away up my skirt to capture my panties.

Now came the next phase of photos, as the photographer asked if I was okay removing my top. I was of course, and he nabbed some photos as I went about unclipping the top and slipping it off to give him a full view of my breasts. “Wonderful” was his response, “it’s been so long since I’ve seen a lovely young body like yours like this”. We then started to run through the same set of tasks, but this time with me topless – vacuuming, sorting through the washing and so on. When we reached some washing up photos and I was pulling off my gloves again, he piped up: “You know, this would look great if your nipples were erect. Can I help you with that?” I answered simply “uh-huh”. I swear I heard an intake of breath from him as I answered, and he moved to place his camera on the kitchen counter before walking over to me as I turned to face him. A slightly shaky hand reached up and cupped one of my boobs, beginning to squeeze and massage it while he complimented my pert tits, toying with my nipples before moving to do the same to my other breast once one nipple was fully erect. My eyes were closed enjoying his hands on me, but after moving to squeeze and massage my boobs with both hands he then leaned his head forward and took a nipple into my mouth, causing a small gasp from me. He spent a little time sucking each nipple, before rubbing the saliva now on my boobs off by massaging them some more before returning to pick up his camera, and direct me into my next set of poses as I washed up with rock-hard nipples (and a rock-hard erection for him, as far as I could tell).

For the third round of photos, it was time for me to lose my skirt, which I unhooked and dropped to the floor as he took a few snaps to give the photographer his first full view of my light blue cotton knickers that I wore with the outfit. He sighed happily at this sight, pausing and staring for a while before snapping out of it and resuming photos. The sexual tension was pretty obvious by this point – he was aroused, and frankly so was I now. Leaving my gloves off too (which honestly, I forgot to put back on and he forgot to prompt me to after my last set of washing up photos), now I was vacuuming in just knickers, thigh-high socks and boots. Again, I worked on the washing machine and the washing up, and this time once I got to pretending to dust and clean half-dressed he had another request. “Your thighs are so delightful… do you mind if I touch them a little”.

“Okay, sure” I responded, and so his camera was again carefully placed down on a table so he could move over to me. I was still facing away from him pretending to clean a mantlepiece as I felt his hands lightly stroking and almost tickling the backs of my legs, then up and around my thighs. I couldn’t help but breathe a little heavier as he gently teased his fingers all around my inner thighs. Asking me to turn around, his hands continued to wander up and down my legs, before bringing little gasps from me as he occasionally let a finger or thumb brush across my panties to provide the gentlest of pressure to my pussy. “Let’s keep going with the photos shall we?” he asked, seemingly more to himself as we finished off this phase of pictures quickly.

He was clearly keen to get to the next set of photos, as it was time for me to peel off my knickers – I did this slowly, and this time he took a copious amount of images as the knickers rolled down to my thighs, then over my socks to my knees, and then ultimately all the way off. By now I was doing housework naked but for my white thigh-highs, and ran through all of the same chores as his camera focused on low-angles capturing my now slightly wet pussy as I went about my duties. As I did this, the photographer started to ask me questions, about how it felt showing myself off like this and about the kind of photo shoot experiences I had previously. As his questioning asked whether my posing was turning me on as this stage of photos finished and I put my cloth and duster down, to which I had to admit it was, his next question was simply “would you like to feel a finger up you?”

Stood in front of him almost entirely naked, my response was another simple “uh-huh”, and with his camera already set aside it took no time for him to take a step forward and reach down to cup my crotch with his hand as I shuddered with excitement. I could hear my wetness as his fingers rubbed up and down my pussy lips even before he commented how wet I was, and he clearly took great pleasure in letting his fingers explore and touch between my legs as I began to breath hard, sighing and gasping as he did so. He found my clit, rubbing it for a while and watching my response, before doing as he promised and letting a finger slide up inside me. Again, that finger took some time exploring before beginning to move in and out, and again I was aware of him watching my reactions as he touched and fingered me.

“Let’s move to sit you down” he offered after a while, gesturing to me to move across the room and sit in one of the armchairs. Taking a seat, he knelt in front of me, using his hands to open my legs before sliding his hands up and down my thighs. His right hand was soon between my legs again however, rubbing my wet pussy, toying with my clit, and ultimately sliding first one and then two fingers into me. I slid down in the seat and opened my legs wider as he fingered me vigorously, and as I moaned and breathed hard I realised how much I needed a release. My arousal was such that I was soon bucking my hips against his hand, spurring him on to finger me hard. His fingers were certainly working their magic, and my head was thrown back in the chair as I was lost in seeking my release, which I got a few minutes later, moaning and crying out as he moved his fingers rapidly inside me until my legs stopped twitching and hips moving and I reached down to stop him.

“That was wonderful to see and do” he told me, “But now I want to photograph you masturbating yourself”. I nodded, and after a small breather to cool off and mop my brow we moved upstairs to his bedroom. Climbing onto the bed, I got into position as he asked, on the bed with knees bent and legs wide open. After posing in a few different ways and spreading my pussy lips for him, he urged me to “masturbate now… make yourself cum in front of me”. Closing my eyes I focused on doing just that, reaching down to feel my wetness, spreading it to my clit and rubbing it in front of him as he wanted. I don’t remember how long I masturbated for – maybe 10 minutes or so – I don’t even recall hearing his camera shutter, I just remember playing with my clit for some time, enjoying the building pleasure and having an environment where I didn’t have to be quiet for fear of my sister or parents hearing or walking in. Eventually, this please built to its climax and I screwed my eyes shut more tightly as I came for the second time.

Opening my eyes as that pleasure subsided, I found that the photographer had put his camera down and sat on the edge of the bed. Telling me how incredible that was to watch and how much it had turned me on, he asked “Do you mind if I masturbate over you? Or maybe you can take me in hand?”

Once I told him I didn’t mind helping, he was stood up and undoing his belt to pull off his trousers and briefs as quickly as possible – an attempt slowed by his hands seemingly shaking again at the prospect of what was about to happen. Eventually he was freed of these items of clothing and down to just a shirt and socks as he climbed onto the bed next to me sporting an average sized and not-too thick cock that was already fully erect. As he crawled closer, I leaned over myself, reaching out to touch his penis and find it already sporting plenty of precum, which lubricated it easily as I slid my hand around it to a groan from him. I slowly stroked his member, getting to watch his pleasure now as I did so, until his right hand began to tease my thighs before finding my pussy and beginning to rub and stroke it in return.

For about 5 minutes we masturbated one another, with him breathing heavily and me sighing and moaning occasionally as he stroked my pussy relatively slowly. On several occasions he cleared his throat or opened his mouth as if he was about to say something and then thought better of it, until he finally plucked up the courage to ask the question that had clearly been on his mind. “Would you like this up you?”

He all but groaned in pleasure as I said “okay” and pulled my hand away from his erection, and he quickly scrambled to move over the best and position himself between my legs. “Is this okay?” he asked as his cock sat at my entrance – I wasn’t sure whether he meant the position or the lack of condom, but my nod of assent was all he needed to move in a little closer and slowly but easily push his cock inside me with a loud moan as I enveloped him. After a couple of slow movements as he enjoyed the pussy less than half his age around him, he pressed himself down on me and began to fuck me properly. With my stocking-clad legs open wide, I was enjoying being fucked at last myself, and as he picked up a quick rhythm his body pushed against me and his cock slipping easily and audibly wetly in and out of me had me moaning into his ear as I held his shoulders.

He grunted and moaned as he fucked me, picking up speed as the sensations pleasured both of us more. Needless to say he didn’t last too long, and after a few minutes he was fucking me hard and sweatily as he groans and grunts reached a crescendo as he pushed into me as deeply as he could as he came inside me and I moaned and sighed as I felt him throb and twitch. We stayed like this for a little while until he recovered and clambered off me, telling me what an incredible experience that was and how he wished he was younger so that he could go again. As it was, our time was up and I had to get back home in time for lunch, so after a brief shower at his suggestion I dressed in my normal clothes packed up my outfit (some of which had ended up strewn in different rooms of the house), packed up my outfit and said my goodbyes.

We’ve kept in touch since this photo shoot, so maybe next time I’ll actually get to sport my proper maid’s outfit for some photos with him…

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/afmjsj/a_morning_as_a_magical_maid_fm