Attracted/aroused by your maid?

Most of the middle and upper classes in what we would call the 3rd world have maids. More common in the world than uncommon.

Your last sentence is pure bullshit but I get your point.

I'm sure if you analysed The stats, far less people have home help and that's including people that just have a cleaner or a gardner for an hour a week.
 
and the straps slowly begin to become visible as she works! works like magic! i am so aroused!

So true.. We call them "kamwali bais" in Hindu! I keep dirtying my room so the maid has to bend down n clean it and I enjoy all her sweaty sexy curves! :)
 
I just remembered - it was a pair of maids who created my love for black BBWs.

My dad and stepmom hired a company to clean our house during my teen years, and the first company he used always sent over these two young, vibrant black BBWs. I always thought they were so gorgeous.

Of course, they went with another company after a while, and the maids were dull and not pretty or nice at all - I pretty much learned to stay the hell out of their way.
 
Your last sentence is pure bullshit but I get your point.

I'm sure if you analysed The stats, far less people have home help and that's including people that just have a cleaner or a gardner for an hour a week.

House servants are common throughout all of Asia, as intimated by geronimo appleby in his post. India, Indonesia, south east asia, china, South Korea, Phillipines, Singapore, although not so much Japan, which between account for most of the worlds population all have home help as a common feature.
 
i have never given much attention to her before. but now she is cleaning the table right in front of me and i couldn't resist getting a good look at her!

she is incredibly close now as i type!

i am immediately aroused!

she is youngish (19-20 i reckon, 5 feet, and sexy)

any of you have had similar experiences?

Yes, when I was a single dad, living with my teenage daughter, and had hired a maid to not only keep the house in order but as a companion to my daughter. Initially, I'd hired her because I was attracted to her. She had been waiting on a street corner early on a Sunday morning. There was almost no traffic, I was on my way to a local shop to buy croissant for breakfast. She was looking one way and then the other, clearly waiting for someone. I stopped, asked if I could help, and eventually, on the spur of the moment, told her we were looking for a maid, and would she like to meet my daughter.

She was from the jungle, 19, and had come to town on a promise from an uncle that he would help her find work. She and my daughter immediately took to each other, but our new maid was always in the back of my mind. Then I took to masturbating thinking of her. One night when my daughter was away at a sleepover at a friend's home, there was a terrible wind and lightning storm, followed by torrential rain. I wen down to the kitchen to make some hot tea. On going through the living room I found our maid sitting on a sofa, sobbing. She was terrified by the wind and lightning. We talked, made tea, and as I was getting sleepy and just wanted to get to bed, I told her I wouldn't leave her alone.

When I stood, she didn't resist when I told her to come with me. I took her by the hand and led her upstairs. My bed is big and I said she could sleep on one side, I on the other. I told her to undress and that I wouldn't look. I turned my back, sat on the far side of the bed, my back to her, and in the cold of the bedroom I quickly shucked off my pants, fell into bed and quickly drew the sheet and covers over me. I listened to her undress, and then felt the shift of the bed and pull of the covers as she lay down.

My sleepiness had passed. I was wide awake. In flashes the room was starkly lit by the bolts of lighting seemingly coming more and more often. I listened to the roar of the rain on the roof. The windows rattled when each thunderclap shook the house. And then I heard a whimper behind me. I turned and she came eagerly as I drew her head down against my chest and she came to me. She had left on the t-shirt I'd given her days earlier. It was long on her, falling to mid-thigh. Now I found, as with one arm circling her hips I scooped her close on me, I found that it was bunched up around her hips. She was shaking. Although the bed was warm, her skin was cool, and I started briskly rubbing a thigh, and then her back, over the thin, well-worn cotton of the t-shirt. And then I reached low on her back to raise my hand under the t-shirt to rub her back, and she came to me, shivering and hugging me.

She let me kiss her forehead, her cheeks, her eyes, and then her mouth. We cuddled like that for a long time as I rubbed her back, her thighs and, eventually, her bottom. She settled closer to me, softly kissing my chest.

I was so enormously aroused that our love-making last through the night. She fell into a deep sleep but i continued, unable to stop. Sometimes I reared up over her with her legs hooked over the crooks in my elbows or over my shoulders, while entered and withdrew in long strokes, looking down at her sleeping face and moving breasts each time lightning revealed them. Later in the night, I turned her half face down, one leg long down between my knees, and the other bent high as I cuddled her against me to keep her warm and tried each time I hunched my hips forward to drive deeper in her.

An odd thing happened . . . Toward dawn, as I began feeling sleepy and at the same time once again slowed so that I wouldn't reach the point of no return to a climax, she awakened, looked at my face in the first light, and said, "No, please, continue." And those words wakened in me such a surge of energy that I turned her to make the high, bent leg fall again so that I could hold all of her bottom in the circle of one arm and hand and draw her up to me and open for me to plunge into her as we looked into each other's eyes as only half a dozen strokes brought me to such a climax that I am sure I blacked out somewhere during the first overpowering releases.

We tried to hide the new relationship from my daughter, but as she was also from the jungle, another jungle in another country. She quickly knew and smiled generously at both of us, as if teasing but delighted. The two young women were inseparable friends but without fuss and no comment, each night our maid found her way from her bed to mine.
 
Your last sentence is pure bullshit but I get your point.

I'm sure if you analysed The stats, far less people have home help and that's including people that just have a cleaner or a gardner for an hour a week.

Abusive words (what else would you expect) from an ignorant redneck. I say ignorant, because what "magicalmoments" says is absolutely true. Because of my work, I've lived in more than 60 countries. I've always had maids, as have all the expats and economically upper-level local people I've known. The maids are treated well and become, basically, part of the host family.

You, Trailer-trash, wave the word "stats" in the age-old shadow lie that politicians use when trying to win over a gullible public. You have no idea, of course, how low on the food chain you are every time you open your mouth. Your nickname says it all: the quintessential, criminally uncaring, self-centered, misogynist.
 
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As per our private conversation, I am sorry in my choice of words caused offence. They were meant in jest, not in malice.

I was referring to the last sentence which referred to a global dominance of households having maids, which I feel is inaccurate.

Carry on.
 
My hubby always gets hard when our house cleaner is in and I wouldn't be surprised if he has fucked her. Shes young and sexy, but I wouldn't be bothered because I've fucked the guy that cleans our shop
 
As per our private conversation, I am sorry in my choice of words caused offence. They were meant in jest, not in malice.

I was referring to the last sentence which referred to a global dominance of households having maids, which I feel is inaccurate.

Carry on.

Well, at least you now know how it feels to be internationally known as a total and indisputable loser.

Oh... and that was said with malice and a total intention of offending.

Carry on.
 
Most of the middle and upper classes in what we would call the 3rd world have maids. More common in the world than uncommon.

That's absolutely correct! Having lived and worked in more than 60 countries, I can attest to this generalization! And I have had several adventures with maids.

In defence of your statement, one person here having labeled your (now, our) statement as "pure bullshit", I have written him:

[You] . . . "presumptuously attacked magicalmoments, bellicosely labeling his well-founded opinion ("Most of the middle and upper classes in what we would call the 3rd world have maids. More common in the world than uncommon.") thusly: "Your last sentence is pure bullshit," is inherently aggressive, begging someone to correct you. You ignored his two references to the world at large, NOT England. He states clearly "3rd world" in his short sentence, of which you managed to not only completely ignore his qualifiers, but to commit the sin of attacking him for what YOU IMAGINED he said.

Further, without any idea of what the real numbers (there are none; I researched it) producing the (so-called) "stats" were, and unfortunately presupposing they applied narrowly to Britain, and egregiously committing the first of the Greek Fallacies, you Over-generalized. (Look up the 12 Greek Fallacies in Reasoning.)
 

A Downton Abbey type housekeeper is NOT a maid. She is the head of a heirarchy of female servants and usually a dragon, fiercely protective of her domain. She is a senior manager of a large enterprise.

In the 18th and 19th Century, Dairy Maids were the sex symbols because they were immune to smallpox. They kept their fresh complexions much longer than other women servants.

But very few married their Dairy Maid. Sir Harry Fetherstonehaugh did

http://janitesonthejames.blogspot.co.uk/2007/08/dairy-maid-and-master-of-uppark.html

when he was elderly. When they were both young, the woman who became Lady Hamilton and later Nelson's mistress, was Sir Harry's mistress.
 
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