Horny Maid Chronicles Part I [part 1 of 3]
By: Oneguy4fun ([email protected])
 
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.)