The Housemaid

There's a knock on the door and I check my watch, it's just before three in the afternoon. That will be the lady coming for the job interview I think to myself. I walk to the door and open it. Standing on the doorstep is a slim brunette, early 40s, around 5ft 4, brown eyes and very pretty.

"Hi, I'm Sophia. I'm here about the job," she says in a soft Scottish accent.

"Come on in," I reply.

She steps inside, closes the door and follows me down the hall and into the living room.

"Take a seat. Would you like tea or coffee?" I ask.

"I'm OK, thank you," she replies, taking a seat on the sofa.

She's wearing a white blouse, blue skirt, black stockings and a pair of blue stilettos. She sits on the sofa elegantly, legs crossed.

"As you're aware, I'm looking for a cleaner, just to do the cleaning and maybe a little bit of washing and ironing. I work from home most of the time but after work, I just don't have the motivation to get it done," I say.

I proceed to interview Sophia and the conversation flows smoothly, she answers all the questions perfectly.

"So can you start tomorrow?" I ask at the end.

"Yeah, sure, see you at 1100?" she replies.

Over the next few weeks, Sophia comes in for a couple of hours a day between Monday and Friday, does the housework and we chat whilst she's there. She is so easy to speak to and it soon feels like we've known each other for years. One day, the conversation turns to what we like in the opposite sex.

"Do you have a particular thing you look for in a woman?" Sophia asks.

"Not really, great personality, good looks, oh and this is very niche, but I have a thing for seeing women wearing socks and heels. I think it looks very cute, feminine and stylish," I reply.

"Oh, would you like to see me in socks and heels?" she asks.

"Of course and I'd pay you double," I say jokingly.

The following day, I'm working in my home office and I hear the key in the front door and it open. I hear Sophia shout hello in her lovely Scottish accent and then hear her start with the usual housekeeping she does.

"Do you want a drink?" she shouts up the stairs.

"Tea please," I reply.

I hear her go into the kitchen and the kettle boil. She soon comes upstairs to bring me the tea. As she walks into the office, I turn around and I stare in amazement. Sophia is wearing a pair of dark red heels, dark blue knee-high socks and a matching blue dress.

"Wow, you look absolutely gorgeous," I exclaim.

"You like?" Sophia says, blushing a little.

"Yes, you look fabulous, so beautiful, feminine and stylish; you're definitely being paid double now," I reply.

Sophia grins, hands me the tea and heads out to continue with the housework leaving me with the image of her in my head. I am now distracted from my work and I have to go to the bathroom, making sure I lock the door behind me and I masturbate thinking about Sophia, trying not to make any noise. After I've cum, I return to work.

Over the next couple of weeks, Sophia turns up in various different dresses or skirts and tops with socks and heels. I frequently sneak off to the bathroom for a wank thinking about her.

One day, Sophia arrives in a long cream trench coat, black knee-high socks and black stilettos. I'm working in my home office upstairs and she comes straight upstairs.

"Hey, how are you today?" I ask.

"I'm really good, thanks, do you like my outfit today?" she replies as she unfastens her coat, revealing a sexy French maid's outfit underneath.

Sophia grins at me as she stands there in the heels, socks and maid's outfit, her long brunette hair tied into a ponytail. I stare, open-mouthed, lost for words.

"Maybe you won't go and hide in the toilet today and wank?* she says.

I feel myself go bright red.

"You thought I didn't know? Why don't you show me how you do it," she says with a mischievous smile.

"Really?" I stutter.

Sophia grins and nods. I fumble with my belt, unfastening it and then I push my jeans and boxers down and sit on my chair. My cock is already semi-hard after seeing Sophia dressed up. I put my right hand around the shaft and I start to stroke myself and I'm soon fully hard.

"You have a nice dick, love that you trim your pubes," states Sophia.

"I like to keep it tidy," I reply, stroking myself hard and fast.

Sophia walks across to me and drops to her knees in front of me.

"Let me help you," she says as she wraps her hand around my cock and takes over stroking it.

Sophia leans forward and looking up at me, she uses her tongue to tease the tip of my cock. She then starts to suck my cock as she continues to stroke me, her mouth moving up and down in rhythm with her hand around the shaft. I soon feel my cock spasm as I ejaculate, filling her mouth with my warm and sticky cum which she swallows.

I then get Sophia to sit on the edge of my desk. I kneel down and lift her maid's outfit up around her waist and pull her panties to one side. I lean forward and start to suck her clit as I slide two fingers inside her, she's soaking. I use my tongue to trace small circles around her clit, occasionally flicking against it. Sophia starts grinding her pussy against my tongue, her moans getting louder as her breathing gets faster and heavier. She grabs the back of my head and pulls me into her as she orgasms, her legs quivering as she cums.

I help her off the desk and spin her around, bending her over the desk. I'm getting hard again and I slide myself inside her wet pussy. I begin to thrust my hips as I give her ass a firm spank. She pushes back on to me as I pound her hard and fast, grabbing her hair as she arches her back. Sophia reaches down between her legs and starts to rub her clit. Her legs buckle as she orgasms again, the feeling of her pussy pulsing against my cock tips me over the edge and I explode inside her.

I slide out of Sophia and she turns around and we kiss.

"Fuck, that was hot," she says, sounding sexy in her soft Scottish accent,

"Although, we both had better finish our work."

Sophia grins and adjusts her outfit before heading off to continue with the housework.

Over the next few weeks, we have sex a couple more times, although the French Maid outfit doesn't make an appearance again.

It's a Wednesday morning and Sophia is pottering around, finishing the usual tasks. She's dressed in a pair of dark red stilettos, white knee-high socks, a knee-length maroon skirt and a white jumper, looking stunning as usual.

"I have a meeting tomorrow morning and I'll probably be back early afternoon. My friend Stacey will be popping around to pick up the bag of donations in the spare room for the Cats Protection charity. If she comes before I'm home, just let her in so she can get the bag," I say just as Sophia is getting ready to leave.

"Yeah, that's fine, I'll keep an ear out for her, see you tomorrow, maybe?" replies Sophia as she collects her belongings and leaves for the day.

The following day, I get up and head off to my meeting and I return home early in the afternoon. I unlock the front door and step inside, closing the door behind me. I remove my coat and hang it up and slip off my shoes. I hear a noise from upstairs. I listen carefully and it sounds like Sophia as it's hard to disguise her Scottish accent. I slowly walk up the stairs, with each step, the noise is getting louder. I get to the top of the stairs and I realise it's coming from the spare room.

The door to the spare room is slightly open and I walk across the landing and peer through the gap between the door and the frame. I see Sophia on the bed, she's naked apart from a pair of black knee high socks and a pair of pink heels and she is scissoring with Stacey who is also naked apart from a pair of plain white ankle socks. I stand there like a peeping Tom, watching these two beautiful brunettes grind their pussies together, Sophia gently caressing Stacey's pert breasts. They lean into each other and kiss and I feel my cock start to stiffen in my boxers. I unfasten my trousers and get my cock out as I watch them both, oblivious to my presence.

I start stroking myself as I spy on them, both enjoying each other as they rub their pussies hard together; I can hear how wet they both are. As I start to stroke myself harder and faster, I accidentally push the door open and Stacey and Sophia both turn to look at me standing there with my cock in my hand. I feel myself blush.

"So how long have you been perving on us?" Stacey asks.

"Not long," I reply.

"Long enough that you've got an erection! Well, you might as well put it to some use," says Stacey.

Stacey asks Sophia to lie on her back on the bed and Stacey positions herself on all fours between her legs. She leans forward and starts to lick Sophia's clit. I position myself behind Stacey and start to alternate between licking her arse and pussy as I slowly massage her clit, she is absolutely soaking. It's not long before Sophia is breathing heavily as Stacey expertly flicks her tongue against her clit furiously as she slides a couple of fingers inside her. Sophia grabs the back of Stacey's head and holds it firmly as she cums, moaning loudly as she does. It's not much longer before Stacey's body shudders as an orgasm pulses through her body and her legs give way so she collapses onto the bed. She looks at me with a mischievous smile.

"Right, you filthy fuck, I want you to ice us like a cake," says Stacey as she gets off the bed and drops to her knees on the floor, beckoning Sophia to do the same.

I stand in front of them and start masturbating frantically as they both look up at me. It's not long before a stream of sticky cum explodes from my cock, mostly landing on Stacey's face although some lands on Sophia's face. I look at them both, my cum dripping down their faces and onto their breasts.

"Fuck, you really do cum lots, I love it," says Sophia as she reaches across, scoops some cum of Stacey's breasts and then sucks her fingers clean of it.

"I only came to pick up some stuff for the charity and I'm soaking and covered in cum, although I'm not complaining!" states Stacey.

"You never told me how beautiful Stacey is. I couldn't stop staring at her and those fabulous tits in her tight t-shirt and well, one thing led to another and I ticked off my fantasy of scissoring with another woman," Sophia says with a massive grin on her face.

We all get cleaned up and dressed, Stacey in a tight t-shirt, jeans and trainers and Sophia in a pair of pink heels, black knee-high socks, a black leather skirt and a pink sweater. Both look stunning. Stacey leaves with the donations and Sophia continues with the cleaning.

"Right, I'm all done, see you tomorrow. Hopefully we can have some more fun soon and maybe Stacey can pop around again," says Sophia as she collects her things and leaves with a massive grin on her face.

I sit there looking forward to seeing her again, especially all the dirty things that we will get up to in the future and none of them will involve any housework.