Naughty Maid Gets Punished

I had just started cleaning houses. College is expensive, and any way I can pay tuition is welcome. Today I was at the Jensen’s, a young couple in a wealthy part of town. The wife works in an office,  and I think the husband is a power broker or something as he’s never around, I don’t know. All I know about them is I have to clean their office, bedroom, and en suite.

I ring the doorbell, expecting Amy, the wife. Instead, a tall man with broad shoulders answers the door. He’s wearing slacks and a white button down shirt with the top 4 buttons undone. I can see his muscles under his shirt. I have to look up to see his eyes, as I’m only 5’5. He’s gotta be over 6′ tall.

“Umm, hi. I’m here to clean the Jensen’s house.” My voice shakes, staring into his piercing blue eyes.

“I can see.” I look at him, brows furrowed. “The maid’s dress you’re wearing gave it away.” He smiled.

“Oh! Yeah I suppose so.” I giggle nervously, pushing my long brown hair out of my face.

“I’m Mark, you’ve met my wife Amy.” He sticks his hand out and I shake it. His skin is surprisingly soft. “She got called into the office and I just got back from D.C. Come on in!”

I take off my jacket and purse, hanging them in the front coat closet. I can feel Mark’s eyes on me. “So I’m just doing the office, bedroom and bath today. Is that still alright?”

“Yes. The bookshelves in the office need a good dusting, especially the tops.” He shows me into the space, with bookshelves lining the back wall and a large oak desk in the middle. “You might need a step stool…” He smiles and raises an eyebrow.

“I know where it is! I’m small but I know my way around.” That came out dirtier than I intended. I couldn’t help myself, he was so fucking sexy I could feel my panties getting wet. And we’d just been talking! Nevertheless, he smiled an impish grin at me.

When I came back with the stool and duster, he had made himself comfortable in the office chair. I climbed up and started cleaning. At that elevation, him sitting down, and my hands reaching up cleaning, I was almost positive he could see my panties. At least I’d chosen the sexy kind today: black lace cheeksters and the matching bra (38DD if you’re curious). When I glanced down, I could see him watching me, but he didn’t say anything. So I continued on as if nothing was happening. God I needed some relief! Amy never stayed and watched…

Once I had finished, I told him I was going to move on to the bedroom. “I have some work to do here, so I’ll just leave you to it.” Once I was in the bedroom, I shut the door and collapsed onto the floor, lifting my skirt and shoving my hand in my pants. Just one touch sent me over the edge, and I climaxed right there on the floor. It took everything in my power to muffle my moan. He was only a couple rooms over, and this definitely counted as a fireable offence. I got back up and adjusted myself, but I was still burning down there.

Trying to ignore it, I continued with my work. As I wiped down the medicine cabinet in their bathroom, I peaked inside. I saw Plan B and Magnum condoms. Fuck! I quickly shut it and moved on. I shouldn’t be this nosey, but I wanted to know everything I could about this man.

I moved on to their bedroom, trying not to think about what he did between those sheets. As I’m folding and putting away their laundry, I notice something in Amy’s underwear drawer. There’s a false bottom in it. I lift it up, revealing dozens of toys. Vibrators, dildos, cockrings, you name it. My better judgement left me as I gave into that urge that hadn’t left me since I entered this house. I grabbed a vibrating g-spot dildo and went to their bed. I laid back and pulled my panties around my ankles, turning the toy on. Slowly, I pushed it inside of me. I tried to hold on as long as I could, feeling it, imagining it was him. I closed my eyes as I approached orgasm, arching my back and biting my lip as a wave of release came over me. When I had finished, I opened my eyes.

Mark was standing in the door of his room, watching me. His expression had gone dark.

“Oh my god! Mr. Jensen I am so sorry! I didn’t mean– I mean couldn’t help– I’m so mortified. Please please please don’t fire me or tell Amy! I can clean this off and sanitize it.” I realized the dildo was still inside of me. I went to take it out.

“Stop.” His voice commanded such authority I froze, looking at him. “Leave it in.” My jaw dropped. He moved to sit next to me on the bed. “Did you know we had security cameras installed a few years ago? I can see what is happening in any room of my house from the comfort of my own office.”

His words sunk in, leaving me with a pit in my stomach. Strange, as there was currently something else filling me.

“In this house, there are rules. If you disobey them, you will be punished.” His voice was cold, much different than the flirty smile from before. “Bend over my knee.”

“Wait, what? Will you still tell–”

“Come here and bed over!” he shouted. Silent, I did what he said. My panties were still off and when my belly touched his thighs he roughly pulled my dress up, exposing my bare ass and the dildo, still vibrating away. “For a first offense, you get 10.” I nodded, hiding my face in my hands.

His hand came down sharply on my butt, and I was sure he was going to leave welts. Tears came to my eyes, but despite this I started to feel something else, too. Something deeper. As he continued to count, I got more and more turned on. By 9, I knew I could cum at any moment.

“10!” He slapped my ass one last time, but left it there. “You’re dripping wet. Is this turning you on?” he said, almost dangerously.

“Yes.” I say, ashamed.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

His hand made it’s way down to the vibrator. He pulled it out, and from the mirror over the dresser, I could see him taste it. He then set it on the bed, and returned his hand to my ass. “You’re insatiable, aren’t you? You’ve wanted me since I answered the door, haven’t you?”

“Yes sir.” I say, embarrassed but excited.

Suddenly, he plunges two fingers inside my pussy, searching for that sweet spot. I gasp and try to sit up, but a strong arm pushes me back down. I notice the bulge in his pants for the first time. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?”

In no time at all, he found the spot. God he was good. “Yes sir!” I moan.

“You need me to fuck you, don’t you?”

He rubs me just right, and and I orgasm draped over his lap. “Yesss siiirrrrr!” I almost scream. He doesn’t let up until I’m completely spent. He then picks up my small, soft frame and practically throws me on the bed, on my back.

He practically rips open the front of my uniform, and pulls my breasts out of my bra, taking each one in his mouth. He sucks and bites them as I undo his shirt and pants. His cock is released, and to my shock it’s at least 9 inches, maybe 10, and almost as thick as a soda can. I don’t know if I can take it!

Once it’s free, he releases my swollen tits and climbs up to me. “You’ll feel better if there’s more lube.” He winks, a flash of that charm from before showing again. He straddles me as I take as much as I can in my mouth. I’d never been good at deepthroating, but I’ll be damned it I didn’t try.

In the meantime, he leaned down, spreading my legs, and started eating me out. If I though he knew how to use his hands, his tongue was even more skilled. He lapped me up like a dog, using his fingers to slowly stretch me out while sucking on my clit. I almost orgasmed then and there, but I knew more was to cum.

After a few minutes he got up and turned around, lining himself up at the entrance of my pussy. I hugged my knees toward my chest and in one slow, smooth push, he was inside of me. He was right, lube did help!

“Fuck, you’re so tight!” he moaned, leaning down into me. “When was the last time you were fucked? I mean really fucked?”

Panting, I answered, “Not since I broke up with my ex last year. A few quickies from tinder here and there, but nothing like this, and nobody as big as you!”

With every thrust, he seemed to go deeper until he was balls deep. I must have came at least three times in 20 minutes before we switched position.

As if I was a rag doll, he grabbed my waist and picked me up. Nothing was keeping me up except for his hands and his dick, which gravity was forcing me down even further on. Each thrust bounced me up and down, my breasts bouncing right on with me. I came again.

Just as I started coming down from that, I felt his finger prod my asshole. I yelped in surprise, throwing my arms around his shoulders and wrapping my legs around his hips, hanging on like a koala bear.

He laughed, shaking both of us. “Anal virgin?” he asks. I’m too breathless to even speak, so I just nod. “Trust me, we’ll go slow.” He took his finger and put it to my lips. “Lick.”

I took his finger in my mouth as if it was a cock. I stared at him, and he stared at me, biting his lip. After a minute, he pulled it out and returned it to the entrance of of my asshole.

“Relax.” he said again, easing it into me. At first, it was uncomfortable, causing me to push farther onto his dick. I could hear him moan from it. I felt full, but with just one finger it wasn’t necessarily a bad kind of full. When he wiggled his finger, though, it was nice. “See? Not so bad.”

He continued to thrust into me, at times almost coming all the way out, only to slam back into me. He started picking up the speed and I could see he was close. So was I.

“Don’t cum inside me,” I whispered. “I’m not on the pill.” I tried to back off of him so I could suck him dry, but with his finger in my ass, there was nowhere to go. I was trapped.

He just smiled and I started to panic. “Don’t worry, I know you saw the box of Plan B in the medicine cabinet.”

Oh yeah. I suppose there was no risk… I leaned back into him, grinding down onto him as he kept pumping.

Faster and faster. I was there, and it was a big one. Finally, I couldn’t help it. I let out a noise I’ve never made before and dig my nails into his back. I see stars. I can feel my pussy clenching rapidly, and a few seconds later he forces himself so far into me that I can feel him just pass my cervix. He cums deep, straight into my womb. He groans, pulling my hair. I can feel myself filling up with his seed, as if he is claiming me.

We collapse and I feel his weight on top of me, bringing me back down to earth. We’re both gasping for air. He recovers faster than me, getting up and going to the bathroom. I lay in his bed, still unsure of what just happened. He comes back out and tosses me the box of Plan B.

“So, we’ll see you again next week?”