Muscular Maid

A certain maid catches the attention of his employer

I had a long day of doing absolutely nothing ahead of me. I work at a large tech company remotely, doing their accounting. I was good at it, but being stuck at home all day certainly didn’t help my love life. My only visitors, the twice-weekly cleaning service, used their key to get in. But instead of my normal cleaning lady, who I’ve known for years, a large, burly man entered the house. I tensed for a good minute as I hid and stared, but he just took off his crewneck and got to work. I sighed in relief, but when he turned to face me, I gasped a little. A beautiful, tanned Hispanic face, sharp and wide, covered in a short beard. A v-neck with a wide gap displayed a large, hairy chest. His hair was short and jet black. I knew I looked good, but this was definitely a once-in-a-blue-moon hottie. Now I just needed to check if he was gonna ruin all the things I wanted to do to him by being straight. I hopped in the bathroom, not closing the door all the way. I jumped in the shower quickly, grabbing my towel and standing behind the door. As I had guessed, he’d moved to the bathroom, and the door swung open. His eyes bulged, almost popping out of my head, but after a second, sweet, sweet redness climbed his cheeks. I saw a slight movement in his groin. Victory was oh, so sweet. He yelled out a profuse apologies.
“Sir, I’m very sorry!” He said in a deep voice as the door slammed shut. Well I was not sorry at all. Now I can move forward with my plan.

When the mysterious new himbo of a cleaning man finished, I emailed the company to update them about my new uniform requirements, paying their hefty fee. I was torn between something skimpy and a suit or tuxedo, both would look amazing. I decided I can’t live my days without seeing his body again, so I decided on a white medium-sized v-neck tank top. I bet he sweats a lot with all that body hair, which the lack of clothing and color would more than show. Oh, how exciting.

Three days later, the same man appeared at my door. He let himself in, and I was glad to see my new uniform was on. The clothes were definitely too tight, this guy was most likely in extra large territory because of his height and muscles. Speaking of, the tank top was definitely a correct choice because bulging biceps hung over swaths of jet-black hair under. Delicious and exciting.

When he finished cleaning, I finally spoke. “Come sit down.” I said, and he looked at me confused, exhaustion hinting at his eyes.
“You could use this.” I had poured him an electrolyte drink with ice. He looked down at me gratefully and accepted the drink cautiously, but didn’t sit down. This means that in front of me, his shirt rose above his pant line, and a thick slab of meat and hairy abdomen greeted my eyes.
“Sit down for a sec.” I said again, and he did. This guy was definitely not a talker. It was already nighttime, and I raised my eyes as I saw his eyes drift to sleep. Oh, yes please. I watched him for a while, and he raised his feet up on the couch in front of me. I—extremely gently—unlaced his shoes and took them off. I didn’t want to wake him, especially after he worked so hard. I peeled off each sock for good measure. They were damp with sweat, but in case you didn’t know this about me, this only elated me. I tiptoed to my bedroom, bringing a large blanket and covering his body.

Alessandro

I woke up to possibly the most comfortable sleep I’ve had since I was a child. I shut my eyes further, my lumpy twin bed has gone soft. Oh, no. My eyes flew open. This was not my old twin mattress. This was a—couch? Suddenly, memories of the day before flew in my mind. It was my day off, but instead of going home and collapsing on my bed, I had taken to a client’s living room?! I’m so fired. Panicking, I quickly rose up from the couch only to realize I was in my boxers. I remembered it being hot, and I tore off my clothes and threw them in the corner of the room unconsciously. Well, they weren’t there now. I looked around suspiciously, but no one was there, so I raced to the laundry room to find my clothes.
“Hey!” I heard behind me, and I gasped. I turned around slowly, both hands covering my bulge through my grey boxers.
“I washed your clothes, figured you couldn’t wear them again like this.” My boss, a young, hot, lean thing, looked up at me. He was an inch or two shorter than me, but very masculine. His eyes were inquisitive, and I stared at his porn ‘stache. My dick started to grow. Fuck. Never being good with words, I nodded quickly and took the clothes, but he pulled them away.
“Have breakfast first.” He gestured to the table, and walked toward it before I could grab them. I sat down, face hot with embarrassment, as he put down a variety of delicious breakfast foods in front of me. Luckily, he took out a newspaper—how very old school—and ate his breakfast quietly as I gobbled up the delicious food. I quickly finished.
“T-thank you. I should get going.” I said awkwardly, gesturing for the clothes. He gave them to me, and I gratefully put on the tight clothes in front of him, and he stared.
“Tell your company I want you here every day now. Lots to get done. I need you to get in early and stay till evening.” He said, taking my plate. At first, I scrambled to deny this. But this is the first client that hasn’t been intimidated by my size. Most families didn’t want a huge, muscular man to go rummaging through their things. I had few other clients, and this was going to be a huge payday. I smiled, and mumbled “Alright, sir.” He smiled wide.
“Good. Would you like to sleep here, again?” He asked, and I turned around, but he was only a few inches from me. Flustered, I froze. He leaned in to kiss me. My dick hardened quick. Why was a client kissing me?! I tore away from his lips.
“I’m sorry sir! I can’t, you’re a client!” I yelled out, and ran out. Grateful my phone and keys were still in my pant pocket, I scrambled to my car. I got home completely exhausted. Home was an apartment littered with bunk beds. There were maybe eight or nine of us now in the small apartment. But it was worth the $500 a month rent. When I got to my building, cop cars were everywhere, silent lights blaring with a few officers outside. I noticed my landlord talking to them.
“Hey, what’s going on?” I said, panic reaching my voice.
“You a tenant of 14B?” He said.
“Yeah, what’s the issue?”
“Your landlord has been illegally taking on more residents than his lease allows, taking advantage of both the building and his tenants.”

Everything after that was a blur. I had gotten in my car and drove back to my boss. Maybe he would let me have a guest room. When I stopped the car, I stopped my silent tears and knocked on the door. He came to the door after a few minutes, looking half asleep and very shirtless. Muscles adorned his body. I admired before he cleared his throat. “What happened?”
I explained the situation to him, and he let me in.
“He immediately kissed me and I kissed him back. He was warm and exactly my type. A muscular, creamy white body and a sharp face, dominating personality. It was hard to find a romantic partner where everything expected someone of my size to be a dom top, when I was exactly the opposite. Luckily, he took control quickly.
“You know what you need to take your mind off of it. A good spanking.” He said into my lips as he squeezed my muscular ass. I froze. My pupils dilated from lust, but my mouth took control. “W-what? No.” I said defiantly. “I don’t like it.” I lied. He smiled, seeing through it.
“How about I give you the best spanking of your life. If your dick is rock hard by the time I’m done, I get to lick each part of that delicious body separately, at any time I want. If your dick is soft, I won’t do it again.” My jaw was slack in shock from the dirtiness of his words and potential actions.

Dave

I had him right where I want him. The big guy was peering into my soul, but reluctantly turned around. I tore down his pants and boxers, and he gasped but stilled. His ass, hairy like the rest of his body, was tense. Thick muscles held the globes together, even more so when I laid down my hands on them. This was a bubble but in disguise. I massaged each large orb slowly. I saw his dick behind his thick balls start to grow. Then, slap. I hit his thick ass dead center. He jumped a little, but made no attempt to stop me. I rained down fast strikes on his ass.