Sarah Applied to be a French Maid

I first published this experience a few years ago. I prefer to call them 'experiences' since the term 'story' implies fiction to me. My experiences are based upon my real life. Since I started posting my experiences my writing skills have improved a little. While I cannot change what actually happened to me, I have added some more detail and corrected some grammatical mistakes.

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I used to be active in the AOL crossdressing chat rooms. One day, I was looking for something a little more exciting than just talk and so I asked for a 'live' meeting. A couple contacted me and, after some IMs and a phone call, I agreed to go over to their place. We had discussed a rough scenario but left the details open, as you will see. I was told it was acceptable for me to arrive dressed in normal girl's street clothes. Close-up I don't really pass but, at a glance, I look like a girl. From my car to their front door, no one would think twice about me.

On the chosen day, I went to my closet to decide what to wear. I picked out a knee length yellow sun-dress, with matching yellow panties and bra. For day wear, I like to wear strappy sandals. I took extra special care dressing and doing my makeup. I picked out a white shoulder purse and a white jacket. I had already packed a bag to take with me.

They lived about 30 minutes from me. I was so excited driving over there I could hardly concentrate on the road. My cock was hard all the way. I got there, parked and collected my bag. Walking up to their front door I was positively shaking. I know it was a little risky but I'd left a note behind saying where I was going and the house was in a nice residential area. I rang the bell and a lady let me in. I was so nervous; I could hardly shake hands.

She led me to the living room and introduced me to her husband. She said to call them Susan and Mark. They were going to interview me for a position as their French maid. We had agreed that their questions were to be personal and very inappropriate. As far as I was concern the naughtier the better.

First, they asked me what panties I liked to wear. I had to describe what colors and styles I liked, I said, "Bikini style, in bright colors with lot of lace, frills and bows. I love to shop at Frederick's of Hollywood or Victoria's Secret. I find it so sexy when the assistant asks what size I am and then offers to help me pick them out."

I had to tell them how I sometimes ask if I can wear a pair to-go and how the assistance would smile at me and point to the changing room. When I leave, I try to catch her eye and nod, 'thank you'. I always blush, knowing that she knows what I am wearing. I love walking out in my new panties while she watches me.

They asked me what other naughty things I liked to do? I admitted that I love to let the back hem of my panties show above my jeans. I deliberately wear unmistakably girls panties. Victoria's Secret are particularly good since their name is embroidered on the waist band and so there is no chance they could be mistaken for mens shorts. Showing them has to appear to be an accident. I bend down to tie a shoelace, 'accidentally' drop something or reach down to rearrange my shopping bags. I almost never know, for sure, if anyone noticed but the hope that someone saw me is always exciting.

Then, I had to describe what I did to my boyfriend. They made me describe how I gave him blow jobs and asked if I liked to swallow his cum. I had to describe it in detail. I was so embarrassed describing what I did to his cock but it made my cock throb in my panties. I hoped that if all went well, I'd get show show them what I did in person. Mark definitely looked tasty.

They asked if a guy had ever sucked my cock. I said, "Yes" and told them about a camping trip with a friend and how we progressed from naughty chatting, to rubbing ourselves, then feeling each other's cocks and finally blowjobs.

Susan then said she would make us some drinks and went to the kitchen. Mark asked me to come and sit next to him on the couch. He sat really close and put his hand on my leg. I wanted the job and so I rested my hand in his lap. I could feel how big and hard he was. I was so excited knowing what would happen if I got the job. I was scared and excited at the same time. He slid his hand under my dress and gave me a quick feel.

When Susan came back, they nodded at each other and said that I had the job. I was told to go into the bedroom and get changed. I picked-up my bag and went to change. I had just bought a French Maid outfit from Amazon and that was why I had suggested this scenario. I had just slipped on a black padded bra and ruffled panties and I was pulling up my stockings when Susan came in. She smiled and looked straight at my panties. I blushed and put my hands over the front. My erection was making the thin ruffles stand out but she said, "Take your hands away. I want to see what you are trying to hide. It looks so naughty."

She said, "I can see how much you like wearing sissy panties, you love being a naughty slut don't you?" I had to agree.

She came closer and slid her hand across the front of my panties. I was so hard; I almost came. She smiled at me and just said, "Later." She helped me into my dress and did up the zipper for me.

She winked at me and said that if Mark liked me and if I made him happy, I would get a 'special treat'. I finished my dressing and went back out to the living room. Mark smiled and made me turn around to give him a good look.

Then, he noticed a piece of trash on the floor and told me to pick it up. I knew what he wanted me to-do and so I turned my back to him and bent down with straight knees. I knew he could see my stocking tops, black frilly panties and garter belt. I was slow to pick it up and when I turned around, I knew he was pleased with what he had seen. I blushed at his smile, knowing he had been looking at my panties.

Next, I had to tidy the books on the top shelf of their bookcase. It had the same effect on my dress as bending over. I knew that they were sitting there looking at my ruffled panties and stocking tops. I 'accidentally' dropped a book and had to bend over and slowly pick it up.

When I stood back up, I felt someone behind me. Hands pulled me back a little and I felt a hard cock press against my butt. A hand slid around me to the front of my dress and touched my cock through my dress and ruffled panties.

I turned around but stayed in Mark's arms. I could see Susan watching us. Mark bent forward and French kissed me while rubbing his cock against me. I was so excited; my cock was hard too. I was dressed as a slutty French maid, being kissed by a man while being watched by his wife. I could see that her hand was in her crotch. I couldn't help but wonder what my 'special treat' would be. As far as I was concerned, everything we were doing was a 'special treat'.

Susan then said, "Get on your knees, you slut, I know you want to. You love sucking cock don't you?" I nodded, knelt in front of him and looked at his crotch. I undid his belt, as I lowered his zipper, I made sure my fingers ran down his cock. I pulled his jeans down a little to give me access to his underwear.

He was wearing a tight, blue thong that was filled with his semi-erect cock. I reached out and kissed it through his thong. I slid my lips over it. I looked at him and put my hand on it and gave it a squeeze. Susan got up and moved closer to watch every detail of what I was doing.

I leaned forward and took his cock out. Mark's cock was erect now and sticking straight into my face. It was a nice cock: uncut and about seven inches long. I licked my lips and smiled into his face. I felt very excited knowing what I was about to do next. I wondered what his cum would taste like. Each time I taste cum it always seems to be a little different.

I leaned forward and kissed the head and then ran my tongue around the helmet. He was uncut and so I licked his foreskin. I took hold of the base with one hand and cupped his balls with the other. I slowly slide the head into my mouth and masturbated just the head with my lips; rubbing the underside with my tongue as I moved up-and-down on him.

I could tell how much he was enjoying my attention. He put his hand on my head and gently pushed it deeper into my mouth. I took his whole length until it tickled the back of my throat. I felt so slutty, dressed as a maid, with a cock in my mouth and being watched by his wife. I glanced at her; she had taken her jeans and t-shirt off and was standing there in just her bra and panties. She was rubbing her pussy through the cotton gusset.

I bobbed up and down and touched him just under his balls. There is a sweet spot there that I love to have touched. I did to Mark exactly what I love to have done to me. I slid my lips up-and-down his shaft alternating with some hand play; making eye contact with him while I licked my lips and ran my tongue up and down his shaft. After a while, I felt him start to tense.

Suddenly, he gripped my head and really fucked my face. I felt his cum filling my mouth. When he relaxed, I knelt back and licked my lips. I was so humiliated and turned-on at the same time. I was dressed as a girl, on my knees, with a mouth full of cum and right in-front of strangers.

Mark sat back down to recover but Susan came closer. She started to kiss me and I let her taste his cum on my tongue. She reached out and slid her fingers across the front of my panties. I lifted up my dress to watch what she was doing.

She smiled at me and said that she had promised me a treat. She said, "You enjoyed sucking a cock didn't you, you slut?" I had to admit that I did. Giving head is both submissive but, in a strange way, a position of power both at the same time. She said she would make me feel what it's like from his side. She proceeded to give me a blowjob just like I had done to Mark.

I was so excited I came very quickly; she sat back on her heels and smiled at me. She said, "We must do this again soon." She said that they had plans for the evening and so I changed back into my yellow dress and left.

I drove home with the taste of cum still in my mouth. I was imagining the next time I would get to work for the. We had never discussed payment but I felt that I was more than happy to work for free.