Surprise!
by PattieDelish (pattiedelish@yahoo.com)
Warning: This story is fictional and contains descriptions of explicit sexual acts. If this type of content offends you or you are under the age of 18 do not read this.
Copyright 2003 Dec, All Rights Reserved. Please do not use without expressed written condition. Not for sale or profit.
It was Monday. All day I had been wondering what (or more accurately who) I should do after I got off work. I had been wearing panties all day, and quite frankly, was more than a bit horny. So the question was not, do I get off, but how. I knew I wanted cock. I also knew that simply jacking off, either by myself, or with someone else, was not going to cut it. I had an itch that was insatiable... climbing slowly from my balls to my tight rosebud, then further up and in.
There had been a couple guys I had been in contact with though chatrooms, but only one seemed truly interesting. Jim was ex-military, and all muscle, or so the picture I had seen online suggested. Hmmmm... this could be very interesting indeed. He was taller than me, at about 6ft, still carried the hair close cropped. Everything I had seen in the picture seemed to suggest this guy had a mission in life. Moreover, it implied he was in control... And liked it!
I got to my parents house (don't laugh, it paid for!) and saw that they were not home. "Perfect!" I purred. I went online, saw Jim was there, and quickly began chatting with him. We picked up conversation right where we left it before... me drooling over his picture, and him stating how hungry he was for my panty-clad ass. It took no time for us to make plans for 8pm. I was to meet him at his house. He wanted me to wear my fresh white thong, with matching white stockings and garters, all to be hidden from the outside world by jeans and a t-shirt. I quickly agreed to his demands' and begged off to freshen up.'
A scan of the time indicated that I had less than an hour till I had to leave for his house. Damn! Quickly I ran to the bathtub, and prepared a bath complete with hot water, scented with my favorite light peach aroma. I shaved my legs, then used cream to soften up the hair on my pubes, debating whether I should shave them. I couldn't resist! I shaved my balls, pussy crack, and then sculpted the pubes above my man-clit in the shape of a small heart. 15 minutes!
Hurriedly, I put on the requested outfit, adding a small red ribbon, tied into a bow around my clit and balls. A red ribbon cock ring! Hmmm, thought. I had the hardest time (pun intended) pulling up the thong, but managed to calm down sufficiently, such that my flaccid member could be tucked back towards the crack of my rear, thong holding it up.
I do not remember the drive to his house. I kept fretting "Does he live alone? I certainly hope the house will be to ourselves." It occurred to me that I should have asked these questions prior to agreeing to meet him. "Oh well" I thought as I pulled into his drive as previously directed. I was to get the spare key from under the red pot on the front porch, then enter. I was so nervous that I darn near broke the pot when I went to move it. The key was there. I thought to myself, "so good so far!" and with a deep breath I entered his house.
"Jim?" The front of the house was not lit up, but there were noises coming from the back. I took a step into the foyer only to realize I was stepping on a package of some kind. On it was a note:
"Dearest Pattie, Please take the gift box to the bathroom to your right, then kindly wear its' contents. Once you have done so, use the intercom in the bathroom to call me. You will leave your street clothes in the bathroom. If you do not wish to participate, then I thank you for your time. Please leave the key on the commode lid, and show yourself out. --J"
I was aching. My man-clit was straining against the fabric of the thong. I picked up the box, and entered the bathroom as directed. When I opened the box, I gasped. My heart leapt from my chest and I nearly fainted. A French Maid's outfit, minus the panties and stockings, but with a corset, was laid neatly folded inside. I picked the blouse up and instinctively tried it up to my front. "Too bad I haven't breasts," I thought to myself. I lifted out the corset, and found a pair of breast forms, with little clips on the inside to attach them directly to my nipples. Lastly, a pair of 3 inch platform sandals was present. "Not quite perfect for the outfit, but I doubt he'll be staring at my feet" I muttered to myself.
I removed my male clothing, donned the breast forms and corset, then the outfit and sandals. A quick look in the mirror stunned me. I was transformed from the lowly male I was when I came in, to a rather handsome maid. Something was lacking though... Enough time and admiration. I found the intercom, and in my softest voice (I am not remotely feminine sounding unfortunately) called out to my host, "Jim? Master? Sir? I am dressed." I know I only waited 30 seconds for a reply, but it felt like 30 minutes. A deep, masculine baritone came through the speaker, "In the cabinet is a wig and a tube of red lipstick. Wear them, then proceed out the door to the right and down the foyer into the kitchen. I want a drink. A whiskey sour. You will find the ingredients already out on the counter. Get a glass from the cabinet to the left of the sink. Bring me the drink in the rec room towards the back of the house. Also bring two wine glasses, the bottle of wine, and a second whiskey sour. You have 5 minutes."
5 minutes! I quickly opened the cabinet and found the wig and lipstick. I was to be a blonde with long straight tresses. The lipstick was ruby red, and just happened to match my ribbon cock ring. That thought brought a giggle. I adjusted the wig, admired my look for all of 5 seconds, then went to kitchen, found the glasses, and made the drinks. I found a serving platter, like what you would expect to see in a restaurant, and decided this would be perfect for serving Jim his drink. I loaded it with the drinks, wine, and wine glasses, then made my way to the back of the house.
As I came closer to the rec room I could hear voices, grunts, and cheap music. A porno, sure. I entered the rec room and saw Jim sitting on the couch, watching a blonde and a redhead use strap-ons on a male slave. The Redhead had the slaves' mouth full with what must have been a 9 inch dong, while the Blonde was burying her cock in his ass. I tried not to pay attention to the porno, but instead stood by Jim's side until he noticed me. He motioned for me to place the drinks on the side table next to him, and then had me show off the outfit for him. I walked around the room, was told to pick things up so he could see me bend over. As if he really needed me to bend over to see my thong. The skirt was so short that my best man drawing feature, my bubble butt, was obvious for all to view.
"You look fantastic, Maid." He had me kneel in front of him. I pulled down his pants scant inches form my face. His semi-hard cock flopped out and hit me on the forehead. It was easily 8 inches, even semi-erect, and thick as well. He took his cock and slapped me with it across my cheeks. "You will address me as Sir." Smack! "You did not leave therefore you are mine for the evening." Smack! "Should you decide to leave, you may do so at any time, without your street clothes or personal effects." Smack! "Otherwise, at the end of the evening, I will return all of your items to you." Smack! "Till then you are mine. Understand?" Smack! "...yes sir..." I replied meekly. Smack! "I did not hear you." Smack! "Yes, Sir" I said louder. "Good."
Master sat back down on the couch. He picked up a whiskey sour and began to sip it. "Your last chance to leave with your clothes is now. If your choice is to stay, then you may suck my cock as a reward for your decision." It was a no brainer for me. I leaned forward and began to slowly lick his glans, then up his now hardening shaft to his mushroom tip. I lathered up the pole and began to suck in earnest. I can't claim to being a good cocksucker, but one of the things I truly enjoy is the feel of a cock getting hard in my mouth. I had the fortune of experiencing this with his massive member. I tried to deep-throat him, but he simply was too big. After gagging once, he grabbed the back of my head and forced his cock into my throat. "That's it bitch!" he said. "Take it! Take it! Uhhh!!!!"
I was so enraptured with this man's tool that I nearly jumped when I felt a finger slide along my man-pussy. As I was being face-fucked by Master, a finger, then two were sliding in and out of my tight puckered lips. I could feel a bit of lube being applied, then a cock, slightly smaller than the one in my mouth entered me. I was in heaven!!! My thong had been pulled aside, and I could feel hands on my hips, guiding me back onto the Impaler behind me. Try as I might to focus on the blowjob I was attempting to give, being fucked just felt too wonderful. I felt as though I was the rope in a tug-a-war, or a band saw being pulled back and forth. Back onto a cock into my ass, or forward onto a cock in my mouth.
I could feel that both men were starting to tense. They collectively shoved me to me knees again. "Open wide, Maid!" Doing as told, I could feel copious amount of cum landing on my face, in my hairline, and of course, in my mouth. I swallowed and lick what I could. "Now clean up our cocks, then the mess on the floor." Master ordered. I licked both cocks clean. "Now the floor. Lick up the cum that missed your face." Again, I did as directed.
"She's a nice little cum slut." Master #2 was speaking now. "Did she cum when or before we did?"
"No Sir" I replied. Smack! My ass cheek was on fire. I was caught totally off guard.
"I was not talking to you!" Master #2 informed me. "Pour me a glass of wine, Maid. And pour one for yourself as well, then go clean yourself up, including new lipstick!"
I poured him a glass of wine, and gave it to him. I quickly poured one for me, and gulped it down. As I was walking to the bathroom, I heard Master discussing what next to do with me. In the bathroom, I cleaned up the drying cum from my face, refreshed the lipstick and made sure my man-cunt was lubed for what may cum ahead. I was noticing that my street clothes were no where to be seen when I heard Masters' voice from the intercom again, "We are hungry. Go into the kitchen and fix us sandwiches. You have 10 minutes."
Well at least I have 10 minutes this time, I thought to myself. I went into the kitchen and began to make sandwiches when I realized I had no idea what they would want on the sandwiches. A run through of the fridge yielded ham, lettuce, mayo, cheese and a tomato. I was about to bring the sandwiches out to the rec room when Master #2's voice came out of the intercom stating that he wanted his sandwich toasted on the grill on the stove.
I went the stove and began to grill his sandwich. It was at this time that I felt a bite on my neck. I am 5ft 8 inches, so for Master, this would not have been a problem. I was still unsure just what Master #2 looked like. I knew he was not white, but the lighting in the rec room was so poor, and I was too wrapped up in cleaning up, that I had no time to actually register his appearance.
The bite on my neck was accompanied by a pair of roaming hands, one caressing my front, pulling on the breast forms causing shivers of pleasure/pain to go through my nipples, while the other was squeezing my buttocks. I could feel a thickening member in the crack of my man-pussy. Instinctively I arched my rear back towards the love missile, beckoning it home. I had just enough time to turn off the grill when a hand at the small of may back forced me to bend over the stove. My Master (1 or 2, it did not matter) began to tease me by rubbing his cock up and down my crack, then starting to enter me and pulling out just as quickly. I began moaning and begging.
"You would like what?" It was Master's voice behind me.
"Please fuck me Sir."
"You want this?!?" he replied entering my savagely. I was too far gone to care. The sensations welling up inside me were bone shattering. Master had one hand holding my hip, while his other hand was playing with my other tit. It was too much. I was moaning and thrusting backwards to meet his thrusts. "I am cumming... Please let me cum, Sir!?!" I hissed. "You may." He said perfectly calm. To be honest it would not have matter, I would not have been able to hold it if I had wanted to... My entire body shuddered as I came. My sphincter clinching with each crashing shudder drove a spike through Masters' feign calmness, as he grabbed both hips and forcefully fucked me until his warm love juice splattered across my insides. Exhausted, we both collapsed on the kitchen floor.
Master #2, hearing the new silence came in to the kitchen. This fine Hispanic man was taller than Master, but not as lean or cut. Still his presence was commanding, and required attention. "You're not done Maid." He smiled. "Go lie down on your back on the kitchen table." On wobbly legs, I made my way to the table. "Scoot you head over here." He growled. Apparently I did not move fast enough as he grabbed my head and pulled my toward him, causing my head to hang off the side of the table. He grabbed my nose, forcing my mouth open, then proceed to force his cock down my already tortured throat. I let myself relax so he could face fuck me. Truth be told, I too tired to do much else. The thought occurred to me... What a sight this must be! When he finally came down my throat, he dismissed me, and left to the rec room.
Master, who had been watching and videotaping the fucking that just occurred, gave me my street clothes. I stood up and was about to head for the bathroom when he pulled me to him in a tender embrace not heretofore observed this night and whispered in my ear, you can be my maid full time, or anytime for that matter, if you like. He then kissed me a kiss that melted any fatigue away. Again I was on fire. "Not tonight, Maid." He said quietly. "But keep the outfit, and do come see me soon."
And with that he left for the rear of the house, leaving me to change and head for home. I could tell you about the next visit, but that... that is another story. -PD