My Dirty Housemaid [M/F]

My wife and I married at an early age, 18, and I have to say it has been the most wonderful time of my life. It was a privilege being married to her, and it was extremely heartbreaking to loose her five years ago. I’m 35 now, successful and I’ve built a comfortable little empire for my wife and I. I’m not, in any way shape or form, rich. I am just comfortable.

Since my wife’s passing I have been trying my best to date, but I could not help but compare them to her. It’s not fair to them, so I stopped. My friends have expressed concern that I’ll end up alone and miserable and I share that concern with them too, but how can I get over my wife?

I’ve been neglecting the house for a bit. It’s not a big house, since my wife and I decided to live childless I have a three bedroom house in case a guest needed to rest. So I’ve decided to hire a maid through a website. They sent an e-mail with the maid’s profiles. Some are young, as young as 18 even, and most of them are beautiful. But there is one profile that stood out for me: Misha. She’s 27 years old, Russian with a nice hourglass figure. Her profile picture is of her, blonde shoulder length hair staring intensely at the camera with big, blue eyes and ample, buxom red lips She’s wearing a business attire that hugs her figure really well, with a black pencil skirt and she has her hands on her lap with one of he leg crossed over the other.

The day I met her for the interview is the day I, think, I fell in love. She spoke English really well but her accent is apparent, and it gave mundane words such an exotic feel to it. Sometimes I would just drift off during the interview, lost in her words as she answers my story. She asked if this is a live in situation, as her lease is about to run out and she wanted to know if she will need an apartment nearby or not. I didn’t think about that, and the thought of living with her has gotten me a bit warm. I said yes but that I will be deducting $100 from her paycheck. She gave me a smile and agreed. Really, she could have lived here without the deduction but I didn’t want to seem too eager to have her here. I immediately hired her and I shook her hands, not as soft but then again she’s working with it.

I bought a bed, a cabinet, a mirror and whatever else a woman might need in her room and fixed up one of the rooms and she moved in a week later. Since the company doesn’t have any policy on any sort of uniform, she worked around the house in leggings and a tight tank top that hugged her body really well. I had to excuse myself to my office several times because I found myself staring too much and my cock poking through my pants.

***

It’s been about 6 months since this arrangement has started, and I’ve held onto my urges pretty well. It comes and goes, and when it comes I excuse myself to my room to try and calm myself down.

One day she was out on a personal day, to buy some make-up, get her hair done, pedicure and manicure. A day to pamper herself and to relax. I see no harm in it, she’s obligated to her day off and I’m sure I’m not going to trash the house in 24 hours. I found myself standing outside her room, just staring at the door and I couldn’t help myself but open it. It’s unlocked, I could’ve sworn I gave her the keys for it to secure her room, but I gingerly walked in and found it to be… bland. Nothing spectacular about the place, I thought she’d spruce up the place. I shrugged and was about to walk out when I saw her dirty laundry hamper. I felt I was drawn to it and when I set my eyes into the basket I swallowed hard. Sitting atop her laundry pile is a pair of, what I assume to be, worn panties. Thongs to be exact. I carefully picked it up and I stuffed it on my nose and breathe it in deep and hard.

Such a majestic scent! I got hard immediately. It’s pungent and intoxicating. I looked at it and saw a bit of her pubic hair still there. I tried to stop myself from becoming a total degenerate, but I pocketed her thong and went out of her room. I went into my room and I masturbated while her thong is wrapped on my cock, thinking of Misha’s body on top of mine. I think I’ve finally gotten over my wife’s death as I haven’t thought of her for some time. If there is an afterlife, and if she really is watching over me, I hope she can forgive me. When I was done, I wiped my hands on the inside of her panties, went back to her room and stuffed her defiled undergarment inside the pile.

She came back a few hours later, well manicured hands and her hair bouncy and thicker. She’s wearing a white skirt that rests above her knees and a black tank top. I complimented her on the her looks and she gave me a smile. She went to her room to put aside the items she bought and sat on the couch with me as I look through my phone. She brought a magazine with her and flipped through it softly.

“I am curious, Mr. Turner, about your personal policy in space,” she asked me, not bothering to look up from her magazine.

“What do you mean, Anya?” I asked as I looked at her and she looked up from behind the pages.

She got up and slowly walked over to me and sat herself next to me. “What I mean is this.” She then produced a pair of thong. A pair of thongs with white streaks on it. The same pair of thongs I used hours before, still sticky with my semen.

I stared at it and I felt a warm embarrassment take ahold of me. I looked at it and then to her, she is looking at me with such a stringent face.

“What is that?” I lied as I tried to go back to my phone. She took my chin and made me face her, then she licked the remnants of my semen off of her panties.

“Mmmm, it is delicious. I ask again, Mr. Turner, what is your policy on space. More specifically, personal space?”

“It-it-it should be… uhhm, it should be respected,” my words betrays me! I usually talk rather well, but I guess in this situation my emotions are running wild.

“Respected, you say? Funny, you did not respect my personal space. So, I will not respect yours. It is my day off…. Hmmmm, remove your pants.”

“I’m sorry, what? I will do no such — ”

“It is not a request, take your pants off!”

I swallowed hard and found my cock already standing in attention. She wrapped her hands around it, while holding her panties, and started stroking me gently at first. “Ohhh, you are a good length Mr. Turner, and a nice thickness too,” she purred as she began to stroke me. “I have seen you look at me with lust, and I am always saddened when you would excuse yourself to your room. See, it is my personal policy to take care of my employer, and I mean to take care of my employer.”

She gasped as she felt a twitch, “No no, not yet Mr. Turner.” she chides as she gripped my rod firmly. “The first time I saw you, I must say just seeing you undress me with your eyes had made me, well, arroused. So I pushed the envelope, as you would say, and asked about living arrangement. I would have paid more of my paycheck just to stay here with such a handsome man.”

She purred and gave a light moan as she felt another twitch and she once again squeezed me. She gave me a light lick on my cheeks.

“But you are a naughty man, Mr. Turner, as instead of asking me to service you, you decide to spill it on my panties. I cannot condone such behavior, if you are to spill your seeds that are meant for me, then I must have it.”

My cock is leaking precum, her panties taking it in and spreading it along my shaft, and I’m trying not to blow my load.

“Hmm, tell me Mr. Turner, you enjoyed my panties? Tell me.”

“Y-yes, I did,” I grunted as I’m looking her in her big, blue eyes and seeing her licking her lips. She giggled as she licked my cheeks again.

“You did? Good, now you are going to fuck my face. That is not a request.”

She then positioned herself before me, on her knees, and opened her mouth and let her tongue hang off her bottom lip. I stood up, slowly and positioned myself in front of her with my helmet resting on he lip. She smiled and I can see a pool of my precum just collecting on her tongue. She put a finger up and drew her tongue back in, and then gave an aaaahh as she brought it back out with a smack of her lips.

I held the side of her face and gently slid in my iron. She rolled her eyes and slammed herself forward into me, and I groaned with pleasure. She gagged and coughed, but kept herself down. I started taking it serious and drew myself back and pushed myself in deep. She held my thighs and rubbed the back of it as I thrusted into her precious face. Every now and then she would draw me out and let my dick rest atop her cheeks, joyfully hooking her tongue to the side and licking it, all the while looking straight at my eyes.

“See, this is more enjoyable than masturbation right?” She giggled as she took a breath in and plunged herself down my entire length. I moaned in response as I grabbed the back of her head and pushed her in further, feeling her throat closing in on me and her warm mouth enveloping my dick. I continued to fuck her face and she would tap my thighs if she needed air.

I went on for several minutes, her mascara running off on her and her tank top coated in her slimy, wet spit. Finally, with a grunt I pushed in deep and dumped my load into her throat. “Mmmph!” came her muffled noise, then I thrusted again and the she made it again. Her eyes went wide as she accepted my gift as she gave a softer Mmmmm, and as I drew back slowly and back in again she made sure to tighten her lips and suck out the rest of my cum. She held my prick in front of her, licking the head and sucking on it gently, even playfully slapping it against her cheeks and lips.

“Straight into my stomach, Mr. Turner. You have a lot of cum trapped in your balls. You are still hard and erect too! Come, we have — oooh!”

I couldn’t wait for her. I took her hair and bunched it in my hand and raised her up. I roughly kissed her, sticking my tongue into her mouth and letting ours swirl around. I laid her on her back, spread her legs apart and slipped her skirt up and found her, to my surprise, not wearing any underwear. She gave me a lust field look as she spreads her immaculate and cute pussy wide.

I slowly brought my head into her entrance and took a peak in as she slowly opened her mouth. With a groan from her I sunk my tool in and felt her constricting walls accept me with an embrace. “God, you are just tight,” I muttered and she drew the bottom hem of her shirt up and allowed her big, luscious breast to breathe free. I’ve only seen outlines of them, I knew they were large but they are so beautiful with perfect areolas and pink, erect nipples that I couldn’t help but burry my face in between her chest. I sucked and licked and kissed her chest, I playfully bit her nipples and flicked it with my tongue all the while thrusting into he as earnestly as I could keep.

Her moans and our wet slaps echoed throughout the house. I drank her lust and she reciprocated in response as I felt myself getting lost in her. I just watched her writhing form, how her eyes are softly shut and she’s biting her finger tip softly, seductively while she rubs her clitoris. “M-Mr. Turner, slow down. If you do not, I will…. I will….”

“Anya, you’ll what?”

She couldn’t say anything as her back arched, her feet pointed straight and her toes curled. I could feel her walls tighten around my rod, twitching and convulsing. I heard her suck in her breath as her thighs shook from under me but I kept fucking her anyway. I wasn’t close, not after I ejaculated into her throat minutes before. She gave a low pitched moan as her hand came up to my chest, trying to push me away but at the same time pull me closer. I can see her face in various emotions of pleasure. After about 30 seconds of her holding her breath, she finally released it with a deep moaning scream.

“Hah… hah… Mr. Turner, I… I came.” She half-giggled and half-laughed then she started moaning again. I pinched her cheeks together, ran my finger around her lips then stuck it in. She sucked on it seductively while rubbing her tits together.

I took my dick out from out from her, eliciting a sharp, surprised moan from her. She wiggled her ass, “Mr. Turner! Please, come back! I… I want it again!” but I took a walk around the room to try and regain my senses. This is something that I need, something that I’ve needed for a while. But is someone like her, not because she’s a maid or anything, but someone like Anya really interested in me? I don’t know if she really is genuine, but I’m looking at the situation at hand. This is something that is owed to me, but not by Anya, no, but by me. I owe it to myself. I loved my wife, I miss her dearly, but she isn’t coming back, and if I keep looking behind me, I’ll miss the things that are in front of me.

Anya is sitting up, looking at me with a confused and worried look on her face. “Mr. Turner?” she said and I turned and looked at her. I rolled my shoulders and walked to her with confidence and she smiled.

I held the back of her head and gently pulled her towards my hard on as she took it in her mouth once more. She sucked it, kissed it, let her tongue roll around my head and I pulled her away and stuck my tongue in her mouth while she jerked me. I pushed her to her stomach, slapped her plump ass and watched it jiggle. “I want your ass up, and I want your face down. Understand?” she looked back at me with a smile and nodded, laid her head down on the cushion, hoist her precious rear up and spread her lips for me.

I gave her clam a few licks and even stuck my tongue in, then I brought my tool up and slowly entered her. She gave a gasp as my cock walked into her boudoir and soon I’m dancing with her. I slapped her ass, gently at first but she asked me for a more firm and serious slap so I delivered. “Yes! Slap me again, Mr. Turner!” she requested and I did. When she tried to rear her torso up I pushed her head back down again and held it down.

“I didn’t tell you to come up,” I said sternly. I stuck a finger into her mouth and she suckled on it as she moaned. That feeling is coming again, and it’s coming in such a fright.

“Mr. Turner… ahh, ahh… I will say that I am not in any contraceptive. So if you do not want a child, you will have to come outside. My face, preferably, but it is up to you. But you are welcome to impregnate me with your seed. I will be more than happy to bear your child.”

My child…? My wife and I had decided together on being childless, but my wife isn’t here anymore. It is just me and Anya. I’m looking down on her, her face wracked with pleasure and bliss, and I am thrusting into her with vigor that I possesed when I was younger. I am different from the man that married when he was 18, and I realized that I wanted to have children.

“Shit, Anya… I can’t hold it any longer. I’m going to come!”

“Yes, Mr. Turner, come wherever you like! Fill me up with your sperm or paint my face, I do not care!”

So I gave her a deep thrust and I shouted and groaned as my semen entered her like a Trojan Horse. My soldiers marched into her city and heads for the throne room. She gave a loud moan as she, too, climaxed and she once again shuddered and quaked. I couldn’t help myself but thrust in several more times, pumping her with more and more with my sperm. Her hips collapsed down and I followed along with it and we just laid with each other as I scooped her into my arms.

“Mr. Turner! Ah… so warm! I can feel your cum oozing into me, sir.”

I placed her on her back, put her hip atop a pillow and I laid down next to her as I caught my breath.

“Mr. Turner…” she said breathlessly and I looked over. “I will need another day off tomorrow. I need to fix my hair”

‘Don’t bother. I’ll mess your hair up again tomorrow.”

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