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Maid Service By Jennifer Stewart The Maid's Bedroom The black satin dress of a maid's uniform hangs carelessly on the back of a chair. The white chiffon apron lies on the floor behind the chair. The sounds of a vigorous copulation gradually fill the room - a rhythmic thumping and creaking noise of a bed being shaken violently; the steady slapping of flesh; a woman's gasps sprinkled with her cries and moans; the heavy breathing and grunts of a men. "Ummmnn... Oh GOD... YES... OOOhhh!" A woman is in sexual extremis. Slowly the voyeur's camera moves across the chair. On the seat is a crinoline, rumpled layers of stiff black taffeta and netting edged in red satin ribbon. As the camera moves it slowly passes over a black satin camisole carelessly thrown on the floor. The sounds of sex increase in volume and intensity. The slapping sound of colliding flesh blended with soft wet, sucking sounds. At intervals the woman cries out with climatic desperation as her body is wracked by orgasms, which pulse through her with the regularity of waves crashing onto a beach. Across the floor, passing quickly over men's clothing thrown in haste - a pair of slacks, a shirt, a shoe, another shirt with a black satin bra lying on it, three more shoes and another pair of slacks - the camera takes it all in. The woman's cries are suddenly muffled but still desperate, the bed is shaking with increasing rapidity, a man's breathing and grunting suggests great exertion. The camera reaches across the carpeted floor to a pink satin quilt in a heap at the side of a bed and beside the pink satin bed skirt, which is flapping in time with the pounding and creaking noises of a rapidly shaking bed. The camera pans along the bed till it focuses on a woman's leg draped over the edge. It is long and slender and sheathed in a black fishnet stocking. On her swaying foot she has a black patent pump with 4" stiletto heels. The intruding lens moves up the leg, taking in the lace stocking top pulled by a black satin garter, the fastening elegantly covered by a black ribbon, which flutters slightly, and follows the taut garter over the flawless ivory skin of the woman's plump buttock to the lace ruffle of her black satin waist cincher. A man's body comes into view, on top of her, his pelvis vigorously pounding hers. The man is fit and well over six foot four inches. His skin dusky and stretched over powerful muscles rippling and contracting as his pelvis thrusts into hers. His arm is hooked under her back while her hand; the manicured fingernails varnished a pearlized pink, grips his bottom pulling him into her. After lingering on the two thrusting torsos the camera moves up her body revealing her petite size. She is a mere five feet two inches. Her firm, youthful breasts, crowned with brown, grape-sized nipples bounce pertly against his powerful chest as her body recoils with his thrusts. Now the camera picks up a second man kneeling at her head, her blonde hair cut in a bob and crowned with a white, frilly maid's cap. He is black and his powerful thighs are thrust forward as he bends over her. His long, stiff cock is pushed into her mouth and she is sucking and rubbing the tip with her tongue vigorously, moaning and mewling as she sucks. As the camera moves above the three bodies she climaxes again. Her body arches violently raising the heavy man on top of her, briefly reversing the direction of the thrusting. The cock slips out of her mouth with a loud, sucking 'plop' and she screams, raising her head off the bed and gripping the man who is inside her. As her body shakes orgasmically the man on top of her, stimulated by her climax, thrusts harder, dominating her convulsion, pounding her shuddering body into the bed and bringing himself to an orgasm. He pulls his cock out of her and ejaculates a pool of semen on her blonde pubic mound. As the last drop of jism is expelled from his penis the other man immediately replaces him between her legs and plunges his rigid cock into her red and dripping vagina. Aroused by having the more passive role in the sizzling sex act he is determined to out do his partner and fucks the woman in a frenzy of sexual hunger. He brings her to two more shattering orgasms accompanied by her screams and cries before cumming himself. Pulling out of her, he spurts a long arching strand of semen onto her breast before placing the tip of his penis on her lips. Cum gushes from his penis and the translucent goo flows over her scarlet lips. The woman lies back exhausted on the pillow of her bed, the semen on her lips running over her cheek and down her neck. The men quickly leave the room. The Mistress's Bedroom The voyeur's camera enters a new bedroom and scans a more opulent and much vaster room. This is the boudoir of an aristocratic woman. The bed is huge and round. The bedding is white satin. The windows are hung with antique velvet drapes. The furniture is from the 18th century France. On floor is a deep pile, ivory carpeting. Mirror tiles cover the ceiling and two walls. A walk- in closet contains the vast wardrobe of a wealthy and beautiful woman in early middle age. She is lying on the bed, naked except for a gold chain around her long neck. The top sheet and quilt are pushed to the edge of the bed. Slowly she squirms and moans as, with the fingers of one hand, she squeezes and pulls the nipple of one of her C cup sized breasts. They are not as firm as they had been ten years earlier but her lovers still suckled them eagerly and hundreds of other men admired the profile of her bosom from a distance. She was proud of her breasts and she appreciated them for the insistent spasms and twinges of sexual desire that pulsed through her body when they were massaged. Three of the fingers of her other hand are deep in her wet vagina as she languorously massages her soft cunt. Vaginal fluid forms a glistening trail flowing from her vagina over her upper thigh and anus. She has been masturbating for over an hour and her state of arousal is well beyond her fingers ability to satisfy. She reaches across to the night table and presses a button on the telephone. After 30 seconds a woman's voice answered. "Yes, ma'am?" "I'm ready for my bath, Denise." "Very good, ma'am." After ten minutes the beautiful young maid enters. She is wearing the black satin maid's dress that we had earlier seen draped over the back of the chair. After her two lovers had left the bedroom she had fallen into a deep sleep filled with erotic images. Her mistress's summons had dragged her back into consciousness and barely allowed her time to wash her face and brush her teeth. She had quickly found her bra, slipped into her dress and crinoline and tied the apron on as she ran to her mistress's room. On seeing her mistress naked on the bed and the wetness around her vagina Denise knew that she would be expected to make love to her first. This had been the routine two or three times a week since she had started working at the mansion two months earlier. She slipped off her dress and lingerie. Her mistress preferred her naked, unlike her husband who was excited by underwear and added to her collection of enticing clothes each time he made love to her. Denise was quite happy with the sexual demands placed on her by both master and mistress. At 19 years old she was at her sexual peak. She knew she was beautiful and she wanted to experience sex to the full and more. It flattered her that her beautiful and domineering mistress adored her body and ate her vagina voraciously. She liked thrusting her face and tongue into her mistress's capacious and very liquid cunt. But it was her master who took her to the extremes of desire and experience. At first it had just been the master and Denise but when he realized that he could not satisfy her alone he began to bring friends over and would watch as other men fucked her first and then he would take her. After a night of sex with her master and friends she would set her alarm to rise in time to be ready for her mistress's call but this morning she had slept through the alarm and had not had time to shower. She climbed onto to the satin covered bed and slipped into her mistress's arms. For more than thirty minutes they kissed and fondled each other, their legs entwined seeking conjunction. "Oh, ma Cherie," purred her mistress as she kissed her full lips and felt Denise's lively tongue flick into her mouth, "you are so adorable. Where did you learn such naughty tricks?" "From my mother and her boy friends," giggled Denise as her mistress pulled Denise's nipple and the young nymphet felt a little gush of fluid in her vagina in response. "Oh, that sounds interesting. Tell me about it while I make your beautiful breasts bloom." Denise relaxed into a soft but sexually charged repose and stroked the older woman's hair as her mistress caressed her breasts and nipples with great delicacy. Denise thought back to Christmas when she was 18. She felt like Scheherazade in "The 1001 Nights". Each session with her mistress had to be enlivened with a tale of one of Denise's sexual adventures. It was not hard to do. Denise at 19 had experienced more in a year than most women in a lifetime and what she had not yet tried her imagination filled the gap. Denise explained: I first saw my mother having sex when I was 18. It was Christmas Day and while my older sister and I waited for some of our friends to visit us to show us the gifts they had received one of my mother's friends came to visit. He was a handsome man and he kissed her and gave her a gift, which she did not open. Instead, she told us that she had to go upstairs for an hour to do some work with that man. Naturally, I, as an innocent virgin thought nothing of it. Mother had an office upstairs and people often went up there. Well, soon we heard a thumping noise. We had often heard it before and my sister, Marie, worldlier than I, put her finger on her lips and motioned me to follow her upstairs. We tiptoed to my mother's bedroom and heard her moaning and the thumping noise was louder. Marie carefully opened the door enough so that we could peak in. We saw my mother under the man. She was wearing a pink satin and lace chemise and he had nothing on. Well, at first I was frightened for my mother but Marie said she had seen her do it with lots of other men. I was shocked when I saw that he had his 'weeny' (as Marie and I referred to that most important part of the male) inside her. Marie explained that they always did that and whenever Marie had spied on her mother seemed really happy when men put their 'weenies' into her. I had never seen one before, not even in a picture. I was horrified when he pulled it out of her. It was so big and ugly and red. It had swollen blue veins curling around it under the skin. Worse, there was a big ugly bag of skin hanging from it and the whole was covered in black curly hair. Mother, however, liked it so much that she opened her mouth and he put it in. She sucked it the way I sucked on a strawberry popsicle. Then he seemed to shake and tense up while mother seemed to be swallowing. Marie told me that white stuff came out of the man's 'weeny' and that's when they would finish. There was no doubt that it had pleased mother because she kissed him when he took his thing out of her mouth. Marie said that once she had seen a man pull his thing out of mother just as the white stuff shot out of the tip, high into the air and fell on the pillow beside mother's head. After that we watched my mother lots of times with her boyfriends. She did it many different ways and sometimes with two or three men. Soon after that Christmas one of her friends, Michel, put on a party and mother let Marie and I go. It was a very good party and Michel had bought both of us lovely organza dresses in pale blue for me and yellow for Marie, with a taffeta petticoats and wide blue and yellow satin ribbons at the waist, which tied in a large bow at the back. The skirts were flared and trimmed with white lace ruffles and the tight bodices had puffy sleeves. I remember everybody telling me how pretty we were and we spontaneously gave Michel kisses for being so nice. Later during a spin the bottle game I got to kiss a lot of the boys, my first kisses, and liked it. So did Marie and she soon disappeared with one of them. Marie had been dating since that Christmas. I think she just wanted to see what it was like to do what mother did. As people started to leave Michel sent me upstairs to fetch a gift that he had bought my mother. When I could not find it I called down the stairs to tell him and he came up to show me. Of course, it was a ruse to get me alone. When he came up he asked me if I had liked kissing the boys. "Oh yes, monsieur, it was fun." "Those boys are too young to know how to kiss someone as beautiful as you..." and he took me in his arms and kissed me. It was long and soft and wet. His lips moved gently on mine and his tongue delicately touched my lips. I felt weak and when he kissed my neck and shoulders I felt hot and I found myself panting for breath. I realized he was doing to me what I had seen my mother do many, many times. I loved my mother and men made her happy so I was very willing to see what this thing called sex was like. He kissed me long enough to make me want more then he said I should skip school the next day and come an see him at his house. Of course, I was awake most of the night thinking about him and his kisses. My sister got in after midnight. I went into her bedroom and snuggled into her bed. "Marie," I said, "have you ever been kissed?" "Many times Denise. Why?" "Have you kissed Jean?" This was her current boyfriend. He was 18 and a member of the rowing team. He was very strong and handsome. "Yes, Denise, we kiss a lot. I like Jean very much." "Do you do the things that mother does?" "Why are you being so inquisitive?" "Do you, Marie, do you? Please tell me. I need to know." "Yes." "Is it nice?" "Yes, its very nice." "Did you do it tonight with that Mexican guy you left the room with?" "Yes." "Do you do it every time you go out with men?" "Yes." "How many times do you do it when you go with a man?" "Denise! So many questions! Why do you want to know? Have you got a boy friend?" "Yes, and I'm going out with him tomorrow night, so I must know." She told me all about intercourse and oral sex, about how the man's penis feels in her vagina and how it feels in her anus, about the cum the man spurts and what it tastes like. She said that she and Jean do it three or four times a night but she always wanted more. In the morning I skipped school and went to Michel's apartment. Before I set out I went through my sister's drawers and borrowed a black satin bra and thong. I found a matching garter belt and black satin chemise. I put on lipstick and eye shadow and sprayed my mother's perfume on my body. I was trembling with excitement as I pulled my sister's sheer black stockings up my legs and slipped on her black patent stilettos. It was the first time I had worn such clothes. I put on a black silk blouse and a black leather wrap around mini-skirt. Dressed as I was for my first sexual experience I was nervous, excited, but determined to enjoy it. Marie said it hurt the first time when the hymen is pierced and there would be some blood but I was not afraid of pain or blood. For six years I had been menstruating and my periods were often painful. Marie had told me about the pill so I stole a packet of hers and took one. I knew enough about babies not to want to get pregnant. I phoned Michel and he told me to take a cab. When I got to his flat he gave me the cab fare. I was very nervous and he poured me a glass of wine, told me how pretty I looked, and gave me a gift wrapped in white paper and tied with a pink satin ribbon. I forgot my nervousness and excitedly opened the present. Inside the box, wrapped in white tissue was the most gorgeous white lace babydoll with a built in pink satin underwired bra and a large pink satin bow at the cleavage. "Oh, Michel!" I cried, "This is beautiful. I must try it on." "Later my sweet. First you must learn why beauties like you wear pretty things like this. Did you like the way I kissed you last night?" "Mmmnn." He brushed the hair back from my face and brought his lips slowly on to mine. Denise paused and said. "And that was the first time I had sex mistress." "No, no! Cherie. You cannot end there." All through Denise's story her mistress had been languidly suckling Denise's nipples and caressing her breasts. Now she gave the young woman a playful smack on her buttock. "Did you like it? How many times did he make love to you?" As Denise continued her story her mistress slipped one arm around Denise's shoulder and three fingers into Denise's already well- lubricated vagina. At the same time she continued to suckle her maid's hard nipples. As her mistress's fingers massaged the soft, slick walls of her vagina and nipped at her clitoris she thought back to Michel's wonderful penis that seemed to reach up through her body to her throat. "I stayed all day and we made love twelve times. I adored it. I used to go to his flat two or three times a week. I always wanted to do it more than he could. So eventually he would invite his friends." The fingers in her vagina, which had caused a veritable flood of juice and the memories of those early sexual trysts when she learned how to 'double-dip' made her suddenly sigh with desire. "Oh, mistress I want your tongue inside me." Her mistress moved into a 69 and lowered her own dripping cunt onto Denise's eager mouth. She loved that warm, red, flesh covering her mouth. Her tongue would explore the soft yielding tunnel of love and she would drink the juice that flowed so copiously down the sides. She would tease the hard finger-like clitoris with her tongue and lips and enjoy the way her mistress writhed in response. They would tease each other's clitorises until they climaxed and then they would keep each other at a fever pitch inducing a series of climaxes until they collapsed with exhaustion. But not this morning. Her mistress had barely started to kiss Denise's vaginal lips when she pulled away. "Denise! Didn't you shower this morning?" She snapped. "Oh mistress, I'm so sorry I overslept. I'll go now." "You have semen on your vagina. Whose is it?" "Just a friend, mi..." Her wail of distress was cut short by a stinging blow to her face. "Don't lie to me you slut. Whose is it?" "The guest at supper, mistress." "And my husband?" "No mistress... Aah... Aeeh... OOU!" Three more blows sent her sprawling on the satin bed sheet. "No mistress! Please don't hit me." "Was my husband fucking you?" "No... Aah... Yes... Aeehh!!" The older woman, enraged at having licked her husband's dried cum off her maid's vagina, pulled Denise by her beautiful blonde hair out of the bedroom and screamed at her that she was fired. Denise hurriedly packed her things and left the mansion. A New Maid The voyeur's camera discloses Adele sitting in a fashionable restaurant with her friend Susan. Susan has black hair cut and shaped into a 'bob' with a fringe. They are both elegantly dressed in silk suits. "I'm absolutely desperate," said Adele. "Since Denise left I have tried two girls and they were awful. One was a Christian and quit the first time I tried to kiss her. The other was willing enough but had an unfortunate smell." Susan laughed. "What became of your idea of a male maid?" It was while attending a fashion show at which she saw many pretty male models that she conceived the idea of having a male maid. She would train him to be submissive and feminine and it might even be fun to bed him. One thing she was sure of her husband would not touch him. She had put out some discreet inquiries to various modeling agencies and a friend who ran an exclusive escort service for people with specialized sexual tastes. Adele had often used the gigolos. But after interviewing over fifty young attractive males she found that none of them appealed to her. "Why not at least try one. If you bathe and dress them in something pretty they ought to be suitable." "I tried with a rather pretty Italian but he was too retrograde. He couldn't even do a simple thing like brushing my hair." "Oh dear, you do have a problem. Well, the reason I wanted to see you was to ask if Francis could stay with you for a few weeks until he can find his own apartment." Susan's son, Francis, had been accepted at the university close to Adele's house. Adele immediately agreed and went back to talking about her problem finding a maid. Two days later the doorbell rings at Adele's house and it is answered by her current, unsatisfactory maid. Standing in the doorway was Francis. Dressed in a tight-fitting T-shirt and very short shorts. He was 5' 4", petite, with long slender legs that a girl would die for and a plump bottom that filled his shorts beautifully. His nose was r?trouss?, his eyes hazel and lustrous, and his mouth, with full red lips, gave his face the cutest expression of innocence and latent sensuality. He had high cheekbones and a perfect complexion. When Adele saw him she knew her prayers had been answered. 'He will look divine in that pastel silk summer dress that I bought Denise.' She was quite sure he did not shave. A chauffeur, who was carrying Francis's suitcases, accompanied him to the door. "Come in Francis!" said Adele bussing his cheek, "I've heard so much about you. Mildred, take Francis's suitcases up to the bedroom that overlooks the front lawn." "But Madam, you said he was going into the room over the garage." "Don't argue with me Mildred." Adele snapped. The girl was so stupid. The room over the garage was a very masculine room. When she saw this lovely boy, her mind worked at lighting speed and decided he needed to be in feminine surroundings. Mildred sulkily hefted the heavy suitcases up the stairs. She guided the youth into her living room by taking his hand. It was soft and finely formed and she thought, so much like a girls. His movements were languid and pensive and he sat carefully on the chair placing his hands demurely on his lap. For the first time she stopped regretting firing Denise and she was seized with the excitement of the challenge of training this lovely young man to "the bra". If he were not already a crossdresser she was certain she could turn him into one. They talked about his university studies and his family. She decided to approach her plan circumspectly and for the first three weeks she controlled her impatience. The room she had given him was decorated in a blatantly feminine style, with flowered taffeta drapes with a fussy ruffled valence and ties. The bedding was in pink satin and the quilt a pastel flowered satin. The bed had a pink satin dust ruffle and there were several satin pillows edged with frills and decorated with lace appliqu?s and embroidered flowers. On a shelf were six Barbie collector dolls in sumptuous gowns. She had put several vases of flowers in the room and in the closet she had later deliberately hung some of her old evening gowns and placed some lingerie in one of the dresser drawers. If he were not a cross-dresser she had done her best to throw temptation in his path. "I hope you don't mind the room Francis," she said when he came down the morning after he arrived, "it's rather feminine and it was used by my sister when she stayed here. Unfortunately the only masculine rooms are my husband's suite." "The room is perfect Mme Rousseau. I am very grateful to you for letting me stay." Each day she checked the room after he had gone out to see if he had tried on the dresses or had added any feminine touches of his own. But nothing was changed. Other than his natural femininity he appeared to have acquired no effeminate traits through choice. In his conversation he betrayed no effeminate leanings and did not appear to be gay. This was very annoying to Adele. At lunch one day, with her friend Evelyn, she told her about Francis, her plans for him, and her current frustration. Evelyn, who was also an aristocratic woman of leisure, thought it was a wonderful idea to train Francis to be her maid and, indeed, began to think that she might get a male maid too. Together they drew up schemes to get Francis into a dress. They dismissed the idea of force as it was neither feminine nor would it be permanent. "Why not try money?" Said Evelyn. "After all he is a student and can't be all that well off." "You know you're right. He wants to go to Germany for a ski trip and I am sure he does not have enough. Susan only gives him the bare necessities. She thinks he should learn to stand on his own feet." "Well, let's make sure he's wearing stiletto heels." Two days later, at supper, she thought he looked particularly cute. He was wearing a crisp, pure white cotton shirt with the top three buttons open and perfectly pressed white cotton slacks, which displayed his full shapely bottom exquisitely. She sighed thinking how well he would look in the pale blue satin maid's dress that she had already had made for him and was dying to see it on him. But first she had to "train him to the bra". She asked him if he was going on the ski trip. "No. I would love to but I don't have enough money and my mother will not send me any." He said it so wistfully that she almost gave him the money right then. "Why don't you get a job?" "I've been looking but nothing has turned up." 'Perfect,' she thought, 'well here goes.' "Mildred is leaving me tomorrow and I have not been able to find a replacement. Why don't you take her job?" Mildred was not aware that she was leaving. "Really?" He said enthusiastically, "That would be great. I know how to clean and wash clothes. My mother made me do all those things." "Well, you would have to do more than that. Mildred is my personal maid. She brings me my breakfast, runs my bath, washes my hair and sets it, helps me dress, and many other small but intimate services." "I can do anything. My mother made me brush her hair and put it in rollers all the time." Adele blessed his mother and decided to push further. "There is one other thing." "What? I'll do anything you ask. I really do need a job." "Well, I simply cannot have a man doing all those intimate things for me. My husband would not allow it." she sighed. "Oh dear. It seemed such a good idea. I am sure you would be perfect." "Surely he would not think I would take advantage of you?" She chuckled quietly at that notion. She preferred to be taken advantage of by big, masculine men who were well hung. Francis just didn't cut it in that department. "You know how jealous men can be, and Roland is very jealous." There was silence between them as they both thought about the dilemma then she said, "I know! Why don't you... no, I could not ask that." "What Madame?" "No, it was a silly idea." "Oh, please tell me. I said I would do anything." She did not reply immediately but looked at him and then broke the silence. "Well, you could wear a dress. Then my husband would not be jealous." He looked stunned and did not reply and she thought her scheme had failed but then she noticed a gleam in his eye. "Alright." Her heart leapt, "but I want $5 a day more." Five dollars was nothing. She had hooked him! "My dear, I shall give you $10 more provided that you always dress as a woman while in the house." "Agreed," he said with a giggle, "and you will supply the clothes?" "But, of course," she said happily, "you will be the best dressed male maid in the US!" She resisted the urge to put him in a dress immediately. "Oh, wait though." "What's the matter?" she asked. "What will your husband think? I think it might be a bit embarrassing." "Nonsense, I've already discussed it with him and he heartily approves." It was true. Roland was annoyed at the way she kept firing maids that he took a fancy to. He was surprised when she said her next maid would be a male. Roland had thought she was aware of his interest in pretty young men. "He thinks you will be very convincing as a woman." Francis was dubious about what he meant by that. "Alright." "We'll start in the morning. Come to my room at 6.30am and I will have a uniform for you. Then I'll take you through some of your duties. Now you had better do your homework." He went up to his room and she phoned Evelyn. "It worked. He's starting tomorrow." "Well done, Adele! What are you going to make him wear?" "I had a blue satin uniform made for him but I think I'll start him in that black satin dress that Denise looked so fetching in. It has a full flared thigh length skirt and a crinoline." "I remember that dress. It had a white taffeta apron and a white satin cap in the shape of a bow. That was the last time I stayed at your place. You disappeared with Victor but did you know Denise joined Brad and me?" "I had no idea! What a minx she was." "Yes, but what she does not know about sex is not worth the effort. Poor Brad was exhausted by the two of us and went to bed early. After he had gone she gave me two hours of the most intense cunnilingus I have ever had. Her tongue can do wonders. I was in a constant state of orgasm." "Oh stop! I have only just got over my regret at dismissing her." "I saw her last week you know. She runs a very classy escort service." "No!" "Her mother was a model and when she retired she started an escort service which quickly prospered. Now she's past it and Denise and her sister, who is equally beautiful, have taken it over. They have a stable of 20 beautiful girls and six cute young males. She also has ten in-house studs and can draw upon an inexhaustible supply of others to suit any imaginable taste." "So what did you have?" "Well, of course, I wanted her but she was fully booked so she offered me three of her best studs. They were exceptional. Do you know she makes her studs abstain from sex every other day then they have to watch some of her girls or boys in action through one way mirrors for an hour before setting them loose on a client. Not only that but while her studs were getting worked up she sent in this gorgeous black girl to bring me into heat. Her tongue played a symphony inside my vagina while I drank the sweet nectar from her juicy cunt. Well, when these three hunks came into my room they were fit to burst they were so horny. They rogered me together rotating between my cunt, anus and mouth. OH! Let me tell you it was extraordinary." "Evelyn, I had no idea you liked more than one partner!" "Oh yes!" she said, giggling. "It's been years since one man has been able to satisfy me. These three came three times before I felt I had been fucked." She laughed gaily. "You must try it, Adele." "Let's meet for lunch tomorrow and plan something." "Oh, goodie! Have fun with Francis! Bye and kisses. "Bye, darling." Adele got ready for bed. She was glad that she had agreed to go with Evelyn to Denise's. She had not had a good femme ? femme session since she had left and it irritated her that her husband was having more than enough girls. Every night he was either out or there was a bevy of girls arriving at his suite. It was too bad they had fallen out but his philandering was intolerable. He was an outstanding lover. She could still remember his enormous cock goring her after three years. He had stamina and produced huge amounts of semen. He was quite capable of satisfying three girls a night. Francis snuggled between the satin sheets and thought about the agreement he had just made. His money problems had been solved at a stroke. The work was nothing, but dressing as a woman! Oh dear. He was worried about that. What on earth would her husband think? Francis liked him. Monsieur had been kind to him but gave him some unsettling looks. Oh well, he did not see much of him and certainly no other men. His mind drifted into wondering what a bra felt like to wear, then he was asleep. First Bra As the rays of the rising sun shone through the window into the neat, feminine room our hero is snuggled between pink satin sheets, his pretty head nestled on a satin pillow with a lace ruffled edge. At 6.00am the alarm rings and he sleepily rolls out of bed and into the shower, after which he slips on a robe as she had told him and tidies his bed and makes sure that all his clothes are neatly fold and put away. He hurries down to her bedroom and knocks on her door. "Come in, dear!" He enters and she is already up, wearing her short, yellow satin chemise. On her feet she had high-heeled yellow satin mules accented with a satin bow. As he takes in the large nipples pressing against the fabric of the bodice, which her ample breasts fill he thinks she is very sexy. She is aware of his gaze and pleased that she has aroused him. Sex is a major part of her plan to make him submissive. She wants a replacement for Denise. She had laid out the maid's dress in black satin with a white taffeta apron. He notices a crinoline in organza and taffeta edged with satin ribbon and bows, black satin bra, briefs, a garter belt, fish-net stockings, and on the floor was a pair of high-heeled pumps. "Alright, take off your robe." He slips it off and stands naked in front of her. He is surprised that he is not embarrassed by the small size of his penis and realizes that standing there ready to put on a bra made his penis size seem irrelevant. It was pink and certainly small, about the size of her middle finger. His testicles had not dropped but nestled like a putative sexual bud under the root of his penis. She reflected that there was very little testosterone flowing in his veins. She could safely entrust the more intimate personal services to him without fear of unleashing too many male desires. "Hold out your arms," she said holding up the bra and slipping the satin straps up his arms. She wrapped her arms around him to fasten the clasp. The smell of her perfume and pressure of breasts pressed against him sends a wave of desire into his groin. She puts two breast forms into the B cups and adjusts the straps. "There, how does that feel?" "Nice... sexy actually." Further surges of eroticism course through him and his little penis stiffens. She notices but says nothing, not wanting to risk diminishing his enthusiasm. "Now your panties." And she picks up the thin silky panties with lace appliqu? on the sides. His hands tremble slightly with excitement as he steps into them and pulls them up over his bottom and erect penis. They are snug and comfortable. He smoothes the shimmering fabric stretched over his bottom enjoying the feel of the silky covering. A wet spot appears at the front where his penis has leaked pre-cum. "Oh, oh! We must do something about that." She goes into her bathroom and brings back a panty liner and places it between his penis and the panty. He likes the casual way she takes his penis in her fingers and holds it as she puts the liner in his panty. This whole experience is very intimate and he wants to hug and kiss her. Adele is acutely aware of his growing desire and fully intends to exploit it. As she helps him put on the garter belt and stockings, the crinoline and a black satin camisole his penis throbs and he wants to rub it. Her hands brush it as she threads the long garters through his panty legs. She was very pleased that he was finding it so erotic. It was going to make this transformation very easy. "Remember to always put your garters inside your panties as it is easier to use the toilet." "Alright, sit down at the dresser and let's put on your make-up." For the next half hour she taught him how to apply lipstick, eye shadow, mascara and all the beauty techniques associated with cosmetics. As he carefully paints his lips and eyes he is acutely conscious of the stiff organza ruffles of his crinoline surrounding his legs. He constantly shifts position to accentuate the feel of the fabric. He cannot resist touching his new bosom under the delicate satin veil of his camisole. She notices all these exploratory fidgets and it begins to dawn on her that he was not only enjoying the experience of the clothes but a long suppressed femininity was being released. He is stunned by the transformation and she is pleased. "What do you think?" she said, holding his shoulders and looking at him in the mirror. "Its amazing. I look completely feminine." "Better than that, you're quite beautiful." He blushed and she laughed and kissed his cheek, which brought a warm smile for her. He felt secure dressed as a woman, in a way he had never felt as a male. "I never made a good man, and always felt inadequate but I think I like being a woman." "Oh, you have a long way to go before you're woman but this is a good start. If you really want to become a woman you must suppress your male tendencies and release all your feminine feelings." "I think I'd like to dress as a woman all the time but I don't have any clothes." "We'll shop and I'll treat you." This would be a small price to pay if he could replace Denise. "Let's see how you look in the dress." She picked up the dress and unzipped the back then gathering the skirt she slipped the garment over his head. The fabric rustles erotically and slithers over his body. "Oh! This is heavenly. I've never worn anything satin before. My sisters have each got a satin blouse. I had often thought it would be nice to try them on." "Well, we must buy you a blouse so you can be just like your sisters." As she zips up the back of the bodice it tightens around his waist and bosom. The sexy constriction pleases him and he runs his hands over the curves of his bosom and through the soft silky folds of his dress. He likes everything, the crisp feel of the crinoline against his legs, the snugness of his stockings, the airiness around his thighs, the tightness of his bra and he liked having a bosom. As he looked in the mirror he was pleased with the effect. She had tied the taffeta apron around his waist and pinned the bib to the bodice of the dress. "How do you like the dress?" "It feels lovely." "Good, well you look lovely. Try on the pumps." This was too easy. If he could brush her hair and bathe her like Denise she would never let him go. He stepped into the high heels and almost fell. She steadied him as he tried a few steps and then let him go. He tottered around but quickly got the hang of it and developed a confident, mincing walk, which Adele approved of. His buttocks alternately bobbed up and down causing the full, flared skirt of his dress to sway prettily and the ruffles of his crinoline to flutter out from under the hem. "That's very good sweetheart. You're a natural in a dress. How do you like being a pretty girl?" She was confident that he was enjoying the transformation enough to call him a girl. "Its fun. I love the way my dress swishes around my legs.... It's certainly better to be a pretty woman than an effeminate looking man." "You're right and you are certainly pretty. Ooops, I nearly forgot your cap." She picked up the maid's cap, which was a large flat bow satin and pinned it on his head. "There! Now you look like a French maid and you can come and give your mistress a bath." She sent Francis into the bathroom to run the bath water. When the bath was full and foaming with perfumed soap bubbles he returned to the bedroom, brushed Adele's hair and tied it up with a ribbon. After checking the water and pouring in some perfume and he told Adele her bath is ready. "Thank you dear. Come and take off my chemise." Francis carefully lifted the satin garment over her head and stared at her gorgeous breasts still firm with large brown nipples, stiffened by the cool air. She noticed the desire in his expression. She wanted his full sensuous lips locked on to her nipples but she did not want to rush things. She was very horny but she was meeting Evelyn for lunch and knew that her friend would have arranged some exceptional sexual experience for the two of them at Denise's. No it was better to let Francis drool for a few days. Anyway she wanted to make sure that their sexual trysts would be as woman to woman. "Take off my panties. Remember you are my personal maid. You have to undress me, bathe me and then dress me. And call me Madame." "Yes, Madame." He slipped her satin tap panties down her legs and she stepped out of them. In the bathroom he held her hand as she stepped into the water. "Now take the bar of soap and soap my body." He picked up the soap and ran it over her body, caressing her breasts with his soapy fingers feeling the rubbery stiffness of her nipples and the firm pendulous breasts. He had never touched a woman's breasts before and now he is almost faint with desire. He keeps soaping them as she lies back in the hot perfumed water with her eyes closed. She knows she is driving up the sexual desire of this pretty male. Satisfaction of his desire is immaterial to her. He is her plaything and she will use him to satisfy her desires. That can best be done by keeping him horny all the time. Eventually, she places her hand lightly on his and said, "Don't forget to put soap on the rest of my body." "Oh, excuse me Madame, I was carried away by the beauty of your breasts." "That's quite all right. I want you to think of them as yours to protect and care for, and to make sure they always look their best." "Oh, Madame, it will be a pleasure." He is unbearably horny and she notices that he is squeezing his thighs to try to relieve the mounting urge in his groin. She wonders if he will cum. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the feel of his hands massaging her body. He is better than she had hoped. He looks absolutely ravishing in the dress and he has taken to it so well. She was surprised by the smallness of his penis but it confirmed her earlier impression of his androgyny. Soon she would have him in her bed teaching him Denise's tricks. She sighed with pleasure as his hand, holding the bar of soap slipped along the inside of her thigh. He has such a delicate touch - better than Denise who simply washed her. He was caressing her body. She raised herself out of the water and stood upright. "Now for my lower parts... first my bottom." She turned and presented her bottom to him and he rubbed the ample but smooth globes of her buttocks. "And my anus... I call that my back door!" She laughed and said. "...that's it, get your fingers right inside. It must be quite clean as I am going to be entertaining some gentlemen this afternoon and they may want to use my back door." She looked at him to measure the effect of this bit of information and was pleased to see him blush. His finger pushed into her anus and she squeezed. "Deeper... that's it." She said in a soft sensuous voice. She adored having a finger in her anus. Denise did magical things with hers but that little bitch Mildred absolutely refused. She would get rid of her after she had cleaned the kitchen tomorrow. From now on her body and her boudoir would be entrusted to this delightful little sissy. "That was perfect. Now thoroughly clean my love entrance." She turned and watched him as he put soap on his fingers and began to lather it on her vagina. He was obviously very aroused. In future she would take care of that for him but today she wants him to appreciate how lucky he is to be her maid. "You have a lovely touch, Frances." She decided to call him by the feminine name, "only one of my maids was ever able to caress my body as you do." "Thank you, Madame." He said pleased with the compliment. He wants to please her because she is beautiful and he loves being her maid. A whole new world of sensuality has opened up and he wants to immerse himself in it. "Inside my vagina too." "What happened to that maid?" "Her name is Denise. She was having sex with my husband. That I cannot tolerate. So she was dismissed and now she runs a very successful escort agency. My husband has a weakness for pretty girls and Denise was very pretty. That's why you're now my maid. I hope that you can resist him." "Oh, Madame, I wouldn't dream of such a thing!" He blushed hotly at the thought of having sex with a man. "I am not gay." "Well, don't be too sure. You're very sexy and pretty and he likes back door sex but if I find that you have opened your legs for him I shall have to dismiss you too." "Madame! I couldn't do that!" "Nonsense, you have a body that many men would die for. I think it will not be long before that gorgeous bottom of yours will have some stud's cock thrust into it. Just as long as its not my husband's. Anyway, he only likes female back doors." Frances is horrified at the idea of having sex with a man. He does not even know how two men would do it but she had just given him a clue. "Don't be silly. Sex is wonderful and we all need lots of it. Let's face it you seem to be more suited to the female role than the male, wouldn't you say?" That humiliates him and, suddenly, he hates wearing a dress. Tears well up into his eyes. "Don't be such a silly girl." She said softly and kindly. "I'm going to find you a boyfriend. Someone, who will be tender and loving. We can't let your beauty go to waste. Now enough chatter, clean my vagina." He splashed some water on her vagina and carefully rubbed the inside of her sex. It feels soft and warm and slippery. He thinks about her promise to find him a boy friend. The idea shocks him. "Madame, if I have to have a boyfriend I don't want to do this." "Nobody is going to force you to have a boyfriend. But if you don't it will be such a waste. You're so pretty and feminine." He blushes and smiles. It pleases him to be told he was pretty. Since walking into her bedroom he had had a wonderful time. To be able to get this close to her every day was something he could not contemplate losing. She was also beginning to dominate him. He felt a little afraid of her. This was part of her plan of course. She would make him utterly submissive to her through a combination of humiliation and sex. Quite unexpectedly he has found that he loved the clothes and he definitely wanted to wear them more. Perhaps having a boyfriend would not be so bad. He remembered Jeff his only friend at school. He had never thought of him as somebody he could kiss but now that he was in a dress it was not unimaginable. He had three fingers inside her and as he explored the folds, he felt a little nubby finger of flesh, which he realized was her clitoris. As he rubbed it she trembled and her vagina contracted on his fingers. A mini orgasm was triggered in her and she shook deliciously. That was an unexpected surprise. She knew his orgasm was not far off and he came as he rubbed her clitoris. She recognized the distracted look on his pretty face and there was something wonderfully feminine about the way he tried to conceal the fact that he was ejaculating. It was rather wonderful having his hand inside her vagina as his body shook. Every spasm and spurt was registered in her sensitive love entrance. She waited until he relaxed then said, "I think you should put on some fresh panties, Frances." "Yes, Madame." "Just help me out of the bath and fetch my towel. Then I will wait for you in the bedroom." After she had left the bathroom he pulled down his panties and washed his penis. His panty liner had caught most of his ejaculate but his panties were also wet. He took a fresh liner out of the cupboard and rinsed his panties making sure all the semen was washed off. He walked into the bedroom and said, "Could I get some fresh panties, Madame?" "Look in the top dresser door, Frances." He opened it and saw dozens of neatly folded briefs, thongs, G- strings and tap panties in lace and satin. He picked out a pair of black satin tap panties and went back into the bathroom, fixed the panty liner in the crotch and slipped them on, loving the feel of the satin on his bottom. She had noticed him select the tap panties and was pleased he has chosen such a feminine garment. He returned to the bedroom and helped her dry. Then she showed him how to powder her body. She took him into her closet and picked out a flowered silk, summer dress and explained which type of lingerie would go with it. She gave him a tour of her underwear and lingerie collection and he helped her dress, putting on her bra and adjusting it so that her breasts rested in the cups comfortably. He perfumed her vagina and she noticed that her pubic hair needed trimming. "We'll do that tomorrow morning." she said. He fitted her garter belt and pulled on her stockings and panties, and slipped her ivory satin chemise over her head. She sat down at her dresser and he brushed her hair. She showed him how to put on her make-up. She discovered that he had a steady hand and put on her lipstick and eyeliner with perfect lines. Finally, he slipped her dress over her head, straightened the folds of the skirt and zipped up the bodice. She was breathtakingly beautiful and it was an intense sexual high to be so intimately involved with her toilet. After putting earrings, necklace and jewelry on her and, after showing him that her purse should always contain make-up, a tube of vaginal lubricant, fresh panties, perfume, credit card and tissues, she gave him a list of cleaning and tidying chores to do. "When I return I shall want another bath. I shall be having supper with my husband out on the terrace and with a friend, Evelyn. My husband will probably have a lady friend with him. I shall wear the pale blue taffeta skirt and top that I showed you. You should wear the pink satin uniform when you serve us. After supper I shall retire to my rooms with Evelyn and you are then free for the rest of the night. "Very good, Madame." While she was away he did the chores she had left him which including tidying her clothes and organizing all the lingerie and dresses she had given him. He puts these in his closet and drawers and had a lot of fun trying some of them on. When it was time to change for supper he bathed and put on the pink satin uniform. It was so delightful that he felt slightly faint. His penis ached with stiffness as his body responded to the sensuous caress of the stiff taffeta crinoline, the constriction of his bra and waist cincher and the silky softness of his satin dress. He loved the way his high heels pushed up his bottom and made it sensitive to the swirl of silk encasing the plump twin globes of his buttocks. When she returned Adele was in a dreamy mood and luxuriated passively as his soapy hands rubbed her gorgeous body. She said that Denise was coming for supper instead of Evelyn and that she would be staying the night. In the morning he was to come and bathe them both. Serving Supper The voyeur pans the scene in Adele's bedroom. Francis is changing the bedding. He is putting clean, pale blue satin sheets on the king size bed. It is his fifth day as Adele's maid and he has been so engrossed in his new role that he has skipped school today. It has been a week filled with excitement as he has immersed himself in, and explored his feminine persona. After finishing the bed he takes the soiled sheets and throws them into the laundry basket, goes over to her dresser and picks out a fresh white satin bra, panties and slip. Finally, he picks out an evening gown and hangs it on the door of the closet. She has decided that he has excellent taste and she is happy to let him occasionally chose her clothes. Francis is wearing a navy satin, maid's uniform with a flared skirt and peasant top. His apron is white taffeta and he has a white chiffon cap pinned in his hair. The skirt is mid thigh length and his navy pumps and black fishnet stockings show off his shapely legs. The uniform makes him feel sexy and feminine and he flutters around the room as he does his jobs and taking little mincing steps that he knows will make his skirt sway and flutter. Adele had taken him to a beauty salon on his second day as her maid. His short hair was now styled in a more feminine way. His ears have been pierced and they now sport pearl studs. He also had a manicure and pedicure. Now, his nails shine with pink, pearlized polish. It was one of his duties to serve Adele, her husband Roland and their guests at meal times. This was not a difficult task but at first he had been embarrassed appearing in front of strangers in his maid's costume. They had been merely curious but had done nothing to humiliate him. He discovered that there were few sexual eccentricities that Adele and her husband did not engage in. Crossdressing was tame. Every evening, after serving the meals and cleaning up he retired to his room to study in bed snuggled luxuriously between the satin sheets in a fresh sexy nightie. On this night as her maid he had served supper to Adele had invited Denise. Roland had no guest. He was going out after supper. Serving meals was easy. Adele employed a cook and a kitchen helper so Francis simply had to carry the plates to and from the table. Adele's husband, Roland, was friendly and complimented him on how pretty he looked in his dress. Roland was a handsome well-built man. His shirt fitted snugly over his muscular torso. He was energetic and witty and quickly had the women laughing. Twice, while Adele's attention was distracted and as Francis was bending over to serve him, he felt Roland's hand slip up his thighs and squeeze his bottom. The first time Francis jumped and almost dropped a dish of vegetables. He felt embarrassed and thought Roland was making fun of him. The second time it happened he caught Roland's expression, which was what one would expect of a man making a pass at a girl. Francis will still discomforted but this was better than being laughed at. In fact, he thought that he did not mind being touched. Roland was so pleasant and amusing and Francis discovered that he liked the attention. He felt Roland's eyes on him all through the meal and several more times felt his hand stroke his leg when he stood near him to serve the food. Later Roland had caught Francis alone on the stairs as he returned from Adele's bedroom with a broach that she wanted to show Denise. "Francis, I had no idea you were so multi-talented. How long have you been wearing dresses?" "Since this week, sir." "Well, a dress suits you. You look very pretty." Francis blushed and murmured, "Thank you, sir." "Tell me, why did you start?" "Madame needed a maid and I needed a job." He stood close to Francis and pushed a lock of his hair back from his forehead. He held his hand against Francis's cheek and slipped his other hand around the sissy's waist. "We must get to know each other better, Francis. Do you have a boy friend? "Oh no, sir." "Well, that is a waste. Someone as pretty as you must experience love. You have lips made to be kissed and a body to be caressed." Francis was mesmerized by the man. He could not move. Roland's eyes held his captive. His breathing felt labored. Roland's face was now so close that he felt his breath when he said, "Have you ever been kissed?" "No, sir." "Well, we must remedy that." Roland pressed his lips lightly onto Francis's and held the kiss for at least two minutes, long enough for Francis to experience horror at what was happening, then a realization that it was not exactly hurting him, and finally, a definite feeling that it was nice. "Your first kiss," he smiled, cupping Francis's chin with his hand. "You have the most charming bottom that I have even seen on a male. It is round and plump, just like a girl's." He had slipped his hands under Francis's dress and cupped his buttocks in his large, strong hands and squeezed them. His face was close to Francis, their lips almost touching. Francis felt Roland's sex through the layers of his petticoat and was terrified of the suggestion of that bulge. "Are you frightened?" Francis said he was not but his eyes betrayed him. "Of course, you are a virgin and like most young virgins the first time is always a little frightening. But you will like it. I promise." He kissed Francis again, gently but with a sensuality that demolished many of Francis's reservations about kissing other men. Roland turned and went back to the dining room. Francis stood still, his feelings in turmoil and his heart palpitating. He was worried that he had liked the kiss. Well why shouldn't he? Roland was very good looking and Francis, in his satin dress felt very feminine. The two things would obviously go together. He could hear the conversation in the dining room. "Does Susan know what you have done with her son, Adele?" "Susan will understand. In fact, I am sure it was what she had in mind when she asked me to let him stay. She often told me that Francis was quite effeminate and is very much like his sisters." "Well, I hope you know what you're doing." "I think he's gorgeous," said Denise. "Adele, you must let me have some time with him. I have some dresses that that he will look divine in." Francis thought Denise was beautiful and he was in love with her. The idea of her dressing him up in her clothes was thrilling. When he brought the broach into the dining room for Adele he glanced at Roland but he was talking to Denise. "Thank you my dear. Francis, Denise has some clothes that might fit you. Would you like to pay her a visit tomorrow to try them on?" "Oh, yes Madame." "Oh, good." cried Denise clapping her small hands. We'll have such fun, won't we Frances?" "Yes, thank you so much." Denise's idea of fun was much broader than merely dressing up a pretty boy. While he was in the kitchen getting the dessert Denise came in. "Hi, Francis. I'm so glad you're coming to see me tomorrow." "Hi, Denise. I'm looking forward to it. I've heard a lot about you." "All good I hope!" "Oh, yes. You are as beautiful as Madame has told me many times." Denise was ravishing in a backless black silk stretch dress. "Thank you, Francis. You're very pretty yourself and that's what I want to speak to you about. Roland is obviously going to want to bed you tonight so make sure that you thoroughly wash yourself before you come to Adele's bedroom in the morning. She becomes enraged if she discovers her maid has been sleeping with her husband." "Oh, what do you mean? I won't be doing anything like that. Madame hired me because I am a male. Any way I don't want to have sex with a man." "Well, Adele does not know that Roland loves pretty young men, especially those who like wearing dresses. Secondly, I've been watching the old goat and he definitely has the hots for you. And thirdly, I rather think you don't yet know enough to say that you don't want sex with men. Once you have Roland's magic pole inside you I think you will sing a different tune." She patted his cheek and said, "You don't mean to say he has not made a pass at you yet. I thought I caught him exploring under your dress will you were serving the entree." "Well, yes he was and he kissed me when I went to fetch Adele's broach. But that does not mean that I would go any further" "Of course not, darling, but I rather think it will not be your decision. Tell me in the morning how it was." As she walked back to the terrace Francis admired the sensuous sway of her bottom under the silk of her dress. He knew she was now a successful Madame and that she could do amazing things to Adele. On matters of sex he knew that Denise was an expert. His mind was racing as he carried the desserts out to the terrace. For the first time he felt a bond between himself and the two women in that he began to consider sex from their point of view. He admired the feminine strength and self-confidence of Denise particularly because she was so at ease with sex. He was also afraid of what she had said and he felt a twinge of anxiety about Roland. He definitely did not want to have sex with him. He was not even sure how two males would do it. Being kissed was one thing but anything else was unthinkable. He would never live it down he was sure. As he served the dessert he noticed that Adele was kissing Denise's neck and her hand was massaging her crotch. Denise was smiling and her nipples protruded stiffly under her dress. There was an air of sexual expectancy around the table. When Francis returned with the coffee Roland was watching the two beautiful women caress each other. They were now slowly French kissing. As Francis bent over to pour Adele's coffee he could hear quiet kissing sounds and the rustle of their dresses as their hands searched for the pleasure centers. Adele had pulled the shoulder strap of Denise's dress down and exposed her breast, which she proceeded to suckle. Denise stroked Adele's hair as she looked at Francis and smiled. "Francis, Adele and I are going upstairs. Would you be a darling, and bring our drinks up?" "Yes Madame." Denise and Adele slowly got up from the table and languidly walked out of the dining room kissing and stroking each other. Francis followed them carrying their wine on a silver platter. Half way up the stairs they stopped to kiss passionately and, at the same time, slide the zippers of their dresses down, letting the garments slither down their bodies and fall in a shimmering heap around their ankles. They continued up the stairs clad only in their bras, panties and nylons suspended from lace garters. Francis picked up the dresses and carried them into the bedroom. In the bedroom he slowly placed the wine glasses and the bottle on a bedside table while Denise and Adele disport themselves on the satin quilt locking legs and arms about each other while their lips pressed together in a deep and passionate kiss. He left the two beautiful women moaning and cooing as their writhing bodies generated waves of desire and sexual heat. He would liked to have been between them but he still had to clean up after the supper. Perhaps when he waited on Adele in the morning something might develop. The atmosphere, as he performed his maid's duties for Adele in the mornings, had been becoming increasingly sexually charged. If Denise was there too who knew what would happen. He shivered with delicious anticipation as he fantasized about kissing those two gorgeous women. His penis was hard and wetting his panties as he did the dishes and imagined burying his face into Denise's pubic mound. As he finished cleaning the kitchen he heard the front door close. It must be Roland going out for the evening. Silence had descended on the house. He went up the stairs to his bedroom pausing outside Adele's door and listening to the muffled sounds of the two women in a sexual frenzy. He went into his bedroom and, as he reached for the lamp switch in the moonlit room, he almost jumped out of his skin as two powerful arms embraced him and warm breath caressed his neck as a voice murmured in his ear, "Now my pretty maid, work is done and its time to play." R