Maid for the Day - Histoires de Sexe

Maid for the Day

... please and she was looking forward to experimenting with technique.

After that, she would sit in the bathroom doorway in the Kneel Exposed pose whilst he finished washing and cleaning his teeth. If she was lucky, she might be able to sit on his foot.

She smiled to herself with the thought.

Helping him into his clothing would come next. Sliding his clothing up and locating his cock and balls securely would be her responsibility; the delicate moving of his balls a must. She might dress all of him, after all, wasn't that the maid's role?

She would be on offer to him of course, resting on the ground in a slave pose in between uses obviously when not required. She had a number of slave poses that she had practiced over the months. 'Humble' meant being on knees with her head on the ground. Maybe winking her pussy at him would get it a seeing to?

Whilst Sir was out walking the dogs, it would be her job to sort breakfast for him. She had planned the meal but knew that if she was required at any point to attend to his needs, it would have to continue to cook unspoilt whilst her body was needed.

When he was back, he would require coffee and maybe for her to interchange between her mouth and her pussy on his member. She had had one evening like that before, and knew that seeing his cock remaining erect for her was a powerful and compelling image for her.

That morning, the plan was for them to go for a longer dogwalk with a pause at a café. She would have to be in ...

... attendance though hoped she would be allowed a coat over the top of her uniform. He had hinted too at making her wear her love-eggs throughout the walk. They would keep her at the peak of awareness and create a constant risk of her exploding into orgasm.

Public decency was a concern but she was still expected to maintain a vigil on his cock. Not appropriate to take him in her mouth, she had been told to expect to have to give him a hand-job whilst he was seated at a café table and to have vaseline or other such lube to hand. Keeping a tube in her coat, she reckoned especially in this day and age of constant hand-washing, no one would look twice at her lubing her hand.

That was going to be an experience: sitting alongside each other trying to remain demure. One hand holding a coffee cup and the other wanking Sir, all the time being hyper-aware of prying eyes.

As she was responsible for dressing him this morning, she would perhaps have autonomy over his clothing. It would be much easier to discretely extract his cock through his fly if he wasn't wearing underwear beneath.

She had never given him a lubed up hand-job before, let alone in such a location. She didn't know how he was going to respond. If that was the moment he was going to cum, she'd have to be able to get her head over it quickly and easily in order to catch his squirt.

She wondered if it would create a squelching noise as she wanked him. Would others look over? She would have to be almost nonchalant ...