💓 Maid Erotica (Part 1 of 2) 💓 [Scroll completely right -> f..

💓 Maid Erotica (Part 1 of 2) 💓 [Scroll completely right -> for fun video] (This is the first erotica I've ever written, I thought I'd try it out. You can let me know what you think, if you like it, don't like it, constructive critisism is welcome!) You had been so busy with work lately that your house was starting to look like no one really lived there. Cabinets starting to pile with dust, dirty dishes in the sink, you didn’t even bother to make your bed anymore. Your friend had recommended a maid service last time he came over, and you didn’t really take it seriously, but you found yourself looking down at the small, pink business card as you sighed. Maybe some help around the house wouldn’t be so bad after all… Later that week After a horrible night of sleep, feeling tired and groggy, you take a big sip of morning coffee and get ready to work again. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door and you groan a bit, because who the hell would be coming over at this time of the morning? As you open the door, you realise you had completely forgotten that you asked for the maid to come over and clean your house. You’re not prepared at all, wearing wrinkled pajama bottoms and a dressing gown with no top underneath. The maid, on the other hand, looked immaculate in her perfectly fitted black and white dress that showed not too much, but just enough. You don’t even notice how your eyes trail slowly up and down her body, sometimes lingering when they reach her legs, her chest and her face. What have you gotten yourself into? Later that month You can barely concentrate on work now whenever that maid is over cleaning. You catch her looking at you sometimes too, but you’re not sure what to read into it. With your door open, you can see her in the kitchen, humming to herself while she works. You can see her take your pile of clothes and slowly bend over as she puts them inside the washing machine. Her dress rides up ever so slightly to reveal a tiny, black thong nestled between her luscious cheeks. You feel yourself getting firm in your pajama bottoms… Why are you even still wearing those? Oh right, she had to wash your day clothes, but now… looking down at yourself, it’s impossible to hide your intense arousal. It is in that moment she decides to walk into the room, looking like she had a question on her mind. Her lips part and she gasps before even asking anything at all, and her eyes are fixated on the bulge in your trousers. 💓 Part 2 coming tomorrow 💓