Diary of a Male Maid by Jennifer Foor Read Free Book Online Page B

like Mrs. Jones.  She was a Dom, a real life fucking Dom, and I was her newest Submissive.  Upon my first visit, I was immediately tied up, blindfolded, and forced to attend to her needs with only my mouth. I had never done anything like that. It was fantastic. I couldn’t wait to do it again.  
    My friends had asked me to go out to the local bar where all the college kids hung at. After only two days of work this week, I was ready for a stiff drink. I usually got a table and waited to be served, but even after spotting some friends, I headed straight for the bar and ordered directly from the bartender. The Rum and Coke was strong as it hit my mouth and slid down my throat. I downed one while I stood there and ordered another right away.  
    “Tough day?” The bartender asked.  
    “Interesting week.” I answered, while taking the second drink and turning to locate the table where my friends were.  
    They welcomed me with an open seat and I fell right into the conversation about the game last night. While everyone gave their opinions, I scoped out the bar. So many familiar faces were all around me. While looking around, I noticed this girl looking at me. She had a drink in her hand and twirled her tongue around the straw as she took another sip, the entire time watching me watching her. Her hair was  blonde with dark streaks in it and hung down her back. She was petite and had amazing hips that accentuated her thighs. I also noticed that her breasts were hanging out of the top of her shirt enough to show she had enough to fill my hands.  
    I knew this girl. I had seen her somewhere, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I kept going back to the sports conversation, while occasionally looking to see the same girl watching me again. She saw me catching her eye, but never attempted to look away.  A familiar song came on, one that all of the girls usually got up and danced on the bar to. Just like clockwork, the same girls climbed up on the bar and started dirty dancing over each other.  
    The girl that had caught my eye climbed up with two of her friends. They were holding hands and grinding against each other. She would look over at me, and make sure I was watching as she brushed her lips against one of her friend’s lips. They were clearly just being flirty, but everyone in the bar began to watch the two of them. The catcalling had begun!  
    She must have liked the attention because she started running her hands under the other girls clothes, displaying her naked midriff for everyone to see. She crouched down while shaking her hips and licked her friend’s abdomen. Whistles filled the room, like they were the only entertainment in the building.    
    She turned around, allowing her friend to grind against her ass and massage her breasts. Then, she bent over and her friend began spanking her while they danced.  While everyone was turned on by the erotic dancing, and the girl on girl action they were giving, I was still wondering where I knew this girl from.    
    The song ended and all the guys fought to help the girls down, just hoping for a touch or maybe even a conversation, but the girls decided to keep it going.  
    “Body shots!” They called out.  
    The girl I recognized waited while her friend lay down across the bar. The shots went into her friend’s belly button and she instantly started lapping them up. The crowd cheered and begged for more. Other girls got involved and wanted a turn. Some of them just wanted to take the attention from the two main girls. As they were pushed to the side, I found myself standing face to face with her.  
    I couldn’t place the face, no matter how hard I tried.  
    When she came over and put her arms around me I was shocked She pressed her lips against mine and then her tongue. I didn’t even care where I knew her from. After about ten minutes of full-blown making out, we separated. “Let’s get out of here.” She suggested.  
    “Your place or mine?” I