The French Maid Gets to Work I called up Glen from a payphone outside the metro station. I told him that I had a French maid's uniform and that I wanted to drop it off at his house because I did not want Sandy to catch me with it. He replied, "Sure come on over, I want to get you started on your new job as my slutty maid." Forty minutes later I entered...
Chapter 1- Ashton finds what he never knew he was looking for. DISCLAIMER: This story is a pure work of fiction. All characters involved are over the age of 18. This is my first time writing anything of this nature, so I appreciate any and all feedback (positive or negative). If the story is well-received, I will post more chapters later. Ashton never kne...
I reached James' apartment around six. It was still light out. He had told me that he wouldn't be home until sometime around nine. Clearly I had arrived a little too early; it wasn't a problem, however, rather more time for me to get warmed up. He had given me his key before hand. I opened his door and stepped inside. Even though it wasn't his regular place...
I swim at a pool near my home twice a week. I like the exercise, and I'm a decent swimmer. I tend to swim late in the evening because the pool is quieter. Last week, I was in the shower washing off the chlorine after a hard, long swim. There was one man in the pool apart from me. He was a huge bull of a man. He looked like a retired heavyweight boxer gone to...
I was driving home from the beach one afternoon when the heat of the day started to get uncomfortable and I tried to find a place I could stop and towel all the sticky sand off me. I noticed a sports oval where there were change rooms. There were vehicles parked nearby and I went over to the buildings to find the men's change room. When I entered, there we...
When I entered James room it was not because I was snooping, it is just that I could hear this sort of moaning sound and, being his flat mate and sharing separate rooms, I had grown to like him very much and could not bear the thought of him being in any pain. We'd known each other just three months since he advertised for a flat mate to share the rent and...
My friendship with Vince went back quite a ways. The events I reveal here happened over twenty years ago. He was around sixty-three. I was approaching sixty. He often came over to my apartment. Neither of us were married at the time and we spent many a night drinking Chianti talking and solving the serious problems of the world. At that time, I owned a few...
Fragile; that was how Mick Daniels finally chose to describe the boy that he escorted past the rows of dark cells. The teen shuffled, tripping occasionally on his leg irons. Daniels gripped the boy's arm so tight that he could feel the heat of a forming bruise, the over-caffeinated officer stricken with paranoia that the prisoner would slip his handcuffs; it...
Part 11 - The French Maid Finds Satisfaction at Work Glen sat down next to me in class. He had kept his word and always treated me like an equal and with respect when we were with other people. During the lecture he passed me a note saying that he needed my maid services that night. I was filled with jealousy when I read that he had two friends from his hi...
"Fuck me," she moaned. Her hands clutching the side of her face as closed eyelids took her to worlds beyond. A glistening of my spit on the side of her mouth. I sank deeper into her, grabbing her bouncing tits like a steering wheel, pressing them to keep myself in balance as my lower body plowed her senseless. The soft lips sucked my dick as it drilled her s...