Polish Maid

Despite myself, I craned my neck to get a better look. Even if it meant showing my male maid that I was checking out his effeminate body, I had to see up that skirt. And, as the skirt rode up until it was practically around his waist, I realised that the reason I was struggling to see what kind of panties my maid was wearing is because he wasn't wearing any at all.

All I could see was the line of the suspenders holding up his thigh high stockings and the round smooth curve of a truly fuckable ass. For a moment, I forgot that that sweet ass belonged to a man and found myself just checking it out. Then, those legs spread further, my eyes were drawn down between those ass cheeks to see a pair of balls and, beneath that, a dick that almost swung below the maid's apron. Despite his pretty girly body, Marek had a dick every bit as big as mine between his lace stocking tops.

I couldn't take my eyes off that combination of stockings, short skirt, hot ass and swinging dick. It was all quite intriguing. So much so, that when Marek turned around once more, he caught me again staring as I had before.

'It's ok, Mr. Lucas,' he said, coming over to me, 'Lots of guys like the girlyman in sexy costume. We are so much more keen to please than the real girl.'

Before I could stop him, he was kneeling beside where I sat, his hands were on my crotch and he was rubbing where I had become surprisingly hard between my legs. I did nothing to stop it, so surprised and, let's face it, excited as I was.

'Yes, lots of guys,' Marek went on, unzipping my pants, 'When I was in Poland I work as sissy slut boy to please many men and earn money to come to your country. I am guy so I know what guy like. Sexy costume, sucking cock.'

He pulled out my dick. It was already semi-hard. I guess I was into this, weird though it seemed. My wife hadn't sucked my dick in a while, nor had she dressed up in stockings and tight short dresses. I guess if my male cleaner was willing to fill that gap then I was going to take it.