The Maid and the Scholarship Recipient

I was a freshman in college, struggling to make ends meet on a full scholarship with no help from my parents. My roommate, on the other hand, came from a wealthy family and had an expense account. We lived together in a dorm room, and I soon discovered that he had no idea how to clean or do laundry.

We came to an agreement, where he would pay me to clean the room and do our laundry. As we got to know each other, we became good friends. One night, after a few beers, he joked about me being his maid. A few days later, he gave me a French maid outfit as a joke, which I initially laughed off and tossed in my drawer.

However, the outfit started to intrigue me, and I found myself thinking about it more often. One day, I decided to try it on, and I was surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I started to get into character, prancing around the room dancing to music, when I heard the door open. I was busted by my roommate, who asked what I was doing.

I quickly covered, saying it was just a joke and that I wasn’t gay or a pervert. But he just told me to continue cleaning and pretend he wasn’t there. I was extremely uncomfortable and embarrassed, but I went along with it.

When I finished cleaning, I asked if I could change back into my regular clothes. But he told me he liked the outfit on me and asked me to keep it on. I was taken aback, but I found myself excited by the prospect of being subservient to him.

He instructed me to get on my hands and knees and clean under the bed, and as I did, he came over behind me and slapped my ass. I yelped in surprise, but I stayed on the floor. He rubbed my ass and then slapped it again, and I felt a rush of excitement.

I looked up at him, and he was smiling at me. “You’re a naughty little maid,” he said. He told me to bend over his lap, and I did, feeling a sense of vulnerability and excitement. He slapped my ass again, and I could feel his cock pressing against my stomach.

“You’re a very good little maid,” he said, his voice dripping with seduction. “I think you need a reward.” He told me to pull his cock out and lick it, and I felt a surge of surprise and curiosity.

I had never even considered being gay, but something about the situation felt right. I reached forward and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled out his hard cock. I looked at it in awe, feeling a sense of wonder and excitement.

“I think you’re a natural,” he said, his voice filled with approval. “You have a talent for this.” He told me to suck his cock, and I did, feeling a sense of pleasure and excitement. I licked his cock, moved my head up and down, and sucked his precum off the tip.

“You’re a good cock sucker,” he said, his voice filled with praise. “I think you deserve a reward.” He told me to worship his cock like a good little whore, and I did, sucking and licking it like it was the best lollipop I had ever had.

He began to fuck my face, shoving my head up and down his shaft. I felt his cum shoot down my throat, and I swallowed and sucked until he was completely empty. When he let go of my head, I came up for air, feeling a sense of excitement and pleasure.

He told me to keep sucking, and I did, savoring the taste of his cum. He said he wondered if I was a sissy boy, and I listened to him as I continued to lick his semi-hard cock. I was hoping to get him to cum again, but this time I wanted to savor the experience.

He told me to stand up, and I did, feeling a sense of excitement and anticipation. He instructed me to take off my panties, and as I did, I felt his cock pressing against my stomach. He rubbed my ass, squeezed my cheeks, and told me I had a cute ass.

That was when it clicked in my head that he wanted to fuck me. I had never had anything in my ass before, and I was unsure of what to expect. He told me to bend over the desk, and I did, feeling a sense of vulnerability and excitement.

He spit on my ass, rubbed the spit on my hole, and began to probe it with his finger. I felt a sense of surprise and pleasure, and he added another finger and then another. He was finger fucking my ass and stretching my hole.

He then moved behind me, spat on my ass again, and began working the spit up and down my ass crack with his cock. Each time he passed my hole, he would give it a gentle push. I was anxious to feel him enter me and began pushing back against his cock when he passed my hole.

He asked if I wanted his cock, and I nodded my head. He said I needed to ask for it, so I said, “You can fuck me if you want to.” He said it sounded like I didn’t want it, and he wasn’t sure if I deserved it. He teased me, and I let out a moan, starting to really want his cock in me.

“Please fuck my ass, please, I need your cock in my ass, I know I don’t deserve it, but I need it so bad I can’t take it, I need you to fuck me, please,” I begged. He laughed and said he knew I was a dirty whore, and asked when was the last time I had been fucked. I admitted that I was a virgin, and I began to beg again.

“Please be my first, please open my ass and take my virginity, I have never needed anything like I need your cock in my ass right now,” I begged. He slowly slipped the tip of his cock in my ass and held it there. It felt amazing, hurting a little but wonderful.

He slowly began to work his cock deeper in my ass, going in a little, holding it there, and then pulling back. He kept going a little deeper with each push, and I felt his legs against my ass cheeks when I knew he was fully in me. I moaned with pleasure, telling him how good his cock felt in my ass.

He grabbed my hips, held himself deep inside of me, and said it was now time to fuck. He held my hips, pulled all the way back, and then slammed into me. He began pounding into my ass, slamming into me over and over, and I just laid there being used as he fucked me.

After about 10 minutes of hard fucking, he said it was time for us to move to the bed. He pulled and told me to lay on my bed, pushed my legs up, and put them on his shoulders. He slid his cock back in my ass, held my thighs, and began fucking me hard.

He was slamming into me, and my ass was slapping against his legs. My cock had become hard and was slapping up and down with each thrust. He told me to stroke my cock, and I began stroking it, feeling a sense of excitement and pleasure.

After just a few strokes, I erupted cum all over my stomach. He told me to lick my fingers off, and I began licking and moaning as I licked my cum. I scooped up what was on my stomach and slurped it off my fingers. He called me a cum slut and told me to keep licking.

He said he was about to cum, and I was conflicted. I wanted to drink more of his cum, but I loved having his hard cock in my ass and wanted to feel him cum. I decided I needed it in my ass, so I begged him to shoot his cum in me.

He grunted and I felt him shoot his cum in my ass, feeling like he was pissing in me with his hot cum. He kept grunting and fucking me until he was drained, then held his cock in my ass. I pulled my ass up, wanting his hard cock to stay in me forever.

Eventually, it went soft and slipped out of me. He moved off the bed, picked up my panties, and wiped his cock off on them. He tossed them to me and told me to put them back on. I tucked my cock back and slipped them back on, feeling a sense of excitement and pleasure.

I told him that was the most amazing thing I had ever felt, and he said he thought I was either gay or bi. I said that I liked girls, but what he did to me felt better than anything I had ever experienced. He asked why I hesitated when he said he was about to cum, and I told him I really wanted to taste his cum and enjoy the flavor.

He said there would be plenty of time for that, and over the next year, I sucked him off nearly every morning, and he fucked me almost every night. The best times were when he went on dates with girls who just teased him, and he would come home extra horny and fuck me twice.