So when I started college, I did not think I would ever be a cute busty maid.
I didn’t picture myself as a maid, let alone as a cute busty maid. But after being on my own for a few weeks, I realized I had a big problem. Mainly, that my expenses were bigger than my income. If that happened to be because of me buying a lot, so be it. A cute girl needs cute things.
But owing money isn’t cute (though being owed money and giving findom piggy rewards are cute). And because I wanted to be a good girl and not being fucked by my credit card interest, I began looking for jobs. Finally, I thought I found one- a job on craigslist for a maid. Requirements- needed to be able to wear high heels. No maid outfit required. $300 per afternoon. It seemed like a perfect job for a cute busty maid like myself.
I didn’t think it was a trap; if anything, I was excited for a job possibility. In fact, with $300 a week, I could easily afford a trip to the spa and make-up store each week!
So, I typed my email and applied to be a cute busty maid.
The Job
The next week, I arrived at Tony’s house, ready to be a maid. I wore khakis and a big pink shirt. My high heels clicked against the pavement as I walked up to the door, ringing the doorbell. After a few moments, the door opened, and a bald, portly man gave a big grin.
He explained he wanted to watch me clean. He had the supplies, so I pulled my hair up, and put on latex gloves, and began dusting, so he could sit and watch me stretch. As he adjusted himself in the chair, eyes on my ass, he suggested I could get another hundred if I took off my pants. I paused. Maybe he wanted a cute busty maid in the nude?
I thought about it. I mean, on one hand, a girl without pants feels a lot like prostitution despite being a maid. On the other hand, do you know how expensive spas are? I dropped my khakis, now dusting his room in my thong, heels, and pink shirt. Then, he offered another hundred for the shirt to go. So of course, I took him up on it. In his living room, he had a cute busty maid stripping her clothes for him. Unsurprisingly, his requests didn’t stop there.
Raising the Stakes
“I’ll give you another hundred to come here and stroke me,” Tony stated. I turned around, surprised. His cock was out, hard, and his hand moved up and down, showing me the thick rod. I swallowed. On one hand, I still hoped this was a maid-only job. On the other, I really wanted that money, and he didn’t show any signs of stopping his requests for his cute busty maid.
So I went down on my knees and crawled to his chair, biting my lip as I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Give me another 1000, and you can have me however you want.”
Luckily, I’m not $1000 for you! If you call, we can have cheap phone sex instead!
