New Neighbor Part 6 Todd s Revenge
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I have been roommates with Ken for several years. We had been
friends since high school and now, at the age of thirty-five, I thought
I knew him pretty well. But he was making me a little nervous.
Although I left for work this morning one hundred percent
positive that tonight would be the conclusion to a well played out
practical joke on me, my phone call home at five thirty left me less
sure than before I called. Let me explain.
About a week ago I made a comment that I would pay two hundred
dollars per visit just have a maid clean up behind us. Ken said, for
that kind of money, he would be the maid. As a joke I gave him one
thousand dollars in cash for three visits from the maid, plus expenses.
The look on his face was priceless and I laughed until he picked up the
money and said, "Fine, you have hired a maid." Now the joke was on me.
Trying to turn it back around, I told him for that kind of money
I expected to get some ass fondling and the occasional blowjob. Instead
of tossing the money back to me, he pocketed it and said the price of
the condoms was coming out of my pocket, not his.
All week long I was sure he was pulling my chain but nothing I
said or did would shake him from insisting that on Friday at seven, he
would be properly uniformed and ready to report for work.
On Thursday he brought in several bags of stuff that were clearly
labeled "Frederick's of Hollywood", but even then I figured they were
probably stuffed with paper filling. Like I said, I have known Ken a
long time and this would not be the first time either one of us has
pulled a long protracted joke on the other.
I was confident the gag would be over tonight, until I called
home in the late afternoon. That's when my confidence began to slip a
fraction.
"Hey Ken, its Todd." I started the conversation.
"What's up?"
"I'm going to stop at the bar on the way home; I promised Bill
I'd have a few beers with him. You want to come up?"
"No, thanks, I have to be here when the maid arrives. It's
Friday, remember?"
Yeah, right. I thought.
"Seriously, I am going to grab a sandwich, we won't be out late.
Seven or seven-thirty at the latest." I responded.
"Grab me a salad then.' Ken said.
"You really don't want to come up?" I asked, usually we went to
the bar every Friday night for a while.
"No, I have too much to do, plus, I really should probably not
leave the house. Not the way I'm dressed. See you at seven." Ken
answered and then hung up.
My first thought was that he was playing this to the hilt. My
second thought was weird, what if he's serious? I laughed and had to
admit that Ken surely had won this round. I would have to plan
something for the future to get him back.
During the three beers I shared with Bill, during the sandwich I
ate and right up to ordering Ken's salad, I confess I was distracted.
Why wouldn't Ken come to the bar and then leave saying he had to be
home to greet the maid at seven? That would accomplish the same point.
And why did he ask me to get him a salad, I have never seen him eat one
before. The thought that perhaps he was watching his figure in order to
fit the maid uniform, wondered through my head but did not make me feel
better.
Finally, at seven, I told Bill I had to go and headed home to let
Ken have his last laugh on me.
Arriving home, I was still balancing the bag with the salad and
jiggling the door key free from the others on the ring when the door
swung inward. "May I help you sir?" said Ken.
Looking up from the keys in my hand I realized that if this was a
joke, it would be one that I could never top.
Ken stood beside the open door dressed from head to toe in a
maid's uniform. A small white cap perched on his head, the low cut
front of the black uniform was a shiny satin like cloth and dipped
toward what looked like small breasts. The very short skirt, flared out
from his waist revealing several rows of petticoats and his legs were
sheathed in dark nylons. On his feet he wore black high heels and just
above them were little lace anklets.
I was speechless. I was waiting for Ken to break out laughing and
say "gotcha!" but he didn't. What he did say was, "I know you can't see
our front door from the street, but I really would rather not stand out
here much longer. Come in, sir."
Dumbfounded, I step past him into the foyer. "I'll take that for
you and put it in the refrigerator." Ken said, removing the salad from
my hand. As he took it I realized his nails were painted red.
"This way sir, I have a cold beer ready for you." He added as he
began to walk toward the kitchen.
Watching him walk away I caught a glimpse of what had to be a
garter strap attached to his stockings and I thought, "Wow, he went all
out." I also noticed he had nice legs. Stopping that thought dead in
its tracks, I followed him to the kitchen.
When I got there, Ken was bending over, putting the salad in the
refrigerator. His heels were together and I had a clear view of the
seams of his stockings running perfectly straight up the backs of his
legs. They ended at the clips to a black garter belt whose straps
widened before disappearing under the short skirt. Enough of his bottom
was visible to show me that he had on very sheer, white, ruffled
panties.
Standing and turning, he offered me the beer in his hand. "May I
take your jacket?" he asked, moving behind me and beginning to remove
it.
"Uh, yes thanks." was all I could manage.
"Make yourself comfortable in the den. There is a small bell
beside your table, ring it if you need me for anything." Ken responded
on the way out to hang up my jacket.
I sat down in my regular chair completely confused. Was he still
cracking on me? Was he serious? There was only one way to find out,
take charge. Break him.
I waited until I had almost finished my beer and then rang the
little bell. A moment later, Ken emerged from the kitchen. "Yes?" he
asked.
"I would like a beer please." I instructed.
As I watched him walk back to the other room and then return with
the beer, I chastised myself for thinking that he walked kind of sexy
and that his legs did look nice in the stockings and heels.
Ken handed me my beer and stood next to my chair while he
inquired, "Will there be anything else?"
His thigh was just about at the height of the arm of the chair so
I thought, "ok, here goes. Let's see how far he wants to take this."
Reaching out I placed my hand on the back of his thigh, just
below the lace of the stocking. Giving it a little squeeze I said, "Ken
didn't tell me your name."
"It's Karen." He responded without hesitation.
"Well Karen, did Ken explain that for the money I am paying that
I expect some personal services?" I asked with a leer as I ran my hand
higher, slipping a finger beneath the strap of the garter.
I thought I heard a sigh just before Ken said, "Yes he did. He
mentioned you expected to fondle me a bit."
"That's all he mentioned?"
"Well he did say that you expected the occasional blow job."
Before I could respond, Ken turned, leaned over and brazenly
grasped my cock, which until then I did not know was straining at the
front of my pants.
"But I thought that perhaps that should wait until after I have
given you your bath." Ken stated, releasing my cock and straightening
up. "I will call you when it's ready." He added, turning and heading
for my bathroom.
I am not sure if I was more amazed that my best friend had just
handled my prick or because my cock was hard before he touched it.
Either way, although this was apparently not a joke anymore, it could
be fun.
I drank my beer slowly and waited to see what would happen next.
Less than ten minutes later Ken appeared at the bedroom door to tell me
the bath was ready. Standing, I followed him into my room where he
removed the empty beer can from my hand and after setting it on the
dresser, began untying my tie.
"Uh, Ken, that really not necessary. I can do it." I said nervous
at having him so close.
"Don't be silly, it's my job, one of the things I am paid to do.
And call me Karen when I am on the clock." Ken answered as he finished
undoing the tie and removing it.
With the tie gone, Karen asked me to sit on the bed so he could
remove my shoes. I complied and while sitting there I was able to see
down the front of the uniform to the black lace edges of the bra that
held his breasts.
My shoes and socks now off, Karen stayed kneeling between my legs
as he reached up to unbutton my shirt. The sight of my friend dressed
as a maid, kneeling between my legs and slowly opening my shirt caused
my already hard cock to swell further.
I have never had sex with a male, never even thought about it and
here I was hoping that I didn't cum before the maid got my pants off! I
stood so the shirt could be taken from my shoulders and the erection in
my pants was very noticeable.
"I can do this uh, Karen, why don't you go get me another beer?"
I said.
Smiling, Karen said, "Certainly Mam, I will be right in to help
you wash."
I quickly struggled out of my pants and boxers and was in the tub
before my brain registered the "Mam". What happened to Sir?" I did not
have time to dwell on that because just then Karen entered the bathroom
with my beer
Kneeling beside the tub, he handed the cold can to me and then
picked the washrag from the rack. Reaching past me and getting the
soap, Karen submerged both into the warm water and began to lather the
cloth. He started washing me at the neck and began working down.
Firmly, yet gently he soaped and washed my shoulders and then
each arm. Coming down, he took the bar of soap and rubbed my chest in
slow circles, gradually getting closer to my nipples. My nipples were
hard pink points by the time Karen finally ran her red tipped fingers
over them. I moaned quietly.
The rubbing stopped, only to be replaced by the soapy cloth
working from my chest down toward my groin. I was hard and Karen knew
it. As he wiped my belly, I found myself gently raising my hips from
the floor of the tub, unconsciously urging him lower.
Skirting my hard cock, Karen began to wash my legs. Less of a
wash and more of massage actually. Though he used the soap and cloth,
he lifted each leg from the water and rubbed them strongly between his
hands. Too soon he was finished.
Thinking the bath was over; I opened my eyes and began to get up.
"No, just roll onto your knees for me, I need to do the backs of your
legs." I heard Karen say.
Setting the beer on the edge of the tub, I rolled over onto my
hands and knees. A least he can't see how hard I am in this position I
thought, as Karen bean at my ankles and washed his way up.
First my calves and then the backs of my thighs were soaped and
rubbed. I drew in a breath of anticipation as his hands approached my
ass cheeks. Slowly, Karen used one hand to rub the bar of soap up and
down over my ass. The other hand made long, lazy circles over the areas
already soaped.
Suddenly I could not feel either hand, but I heard the sound of
the soap being lathered between them and then one very soapy hand
appeared by my head, setting the bar down in the soap holder.
A moment later a single hand began to slide over my ass again,
only this time it dipped between my cheeks. Slowly Karen ran down my
crack until he touched the tight bud of my asshole. One by one all four
of his fingers slid over my hole, not entering, but caressing. Then I
felt one finger start at the top of the crack and move down. When it
reached my hole, it stopped. Slowly Karen began to insert that finger
into my anus.
I started to protest but stopped when he said, "Shh, Mam should
have her privates clean as can be."
I caught the Mam that time, but said nothing because at that
moment, Karen took my cock into his very soapy other hand. I groaned
aloud as he gripped it and began stroking it. The circle of his hand
pumped up and down my throbbing cock, the slickness of the soap adding
to the excitement, but not allowing enough friction to make me cum.
Sliding past the base of my cock, Karen began to massage my
balls. As the exquisite feeling increased, he slowly slid the finger of
the other hand all the way into my asshole. Alternating between pumping
my cock and rolling my balls in his slippery hand, Karen pumped that
finger in and out of my ass.
When the second finger joined the first in my now soapy hole, I
actually pushed back to urge them inside. "I am going to cum!" I said.
Karen's hand immediately left my cock and returned to my balls
and her fingers withdrew until they were no longer inside me. "All done
with your bath then." I heard him say. "Stand up and let's get you
rinsed off."
After rinsing under the showerhead, which did nothing to shrink
my erection, I stepped out of the tub where Karen was waiting with a
towel. Handing it to me, he opened a drawer in the cabinet and pulled
out a nighttime sleep mask. Going behind me, Karen slipped it in place
over my eyes and then took the towel from my hands.
Following the same path he had taken with the soap, Karen toweled
me dry. The rough cloth scratched and excited my nipples, then dropped
further and as before ignored my cock and dried my legs.
After taking care to make sure that the inside of my ass cleft
was dry, I heard Karen move around to my front. Standing there in the
dark, I waited for the towel to touch my aching member.
I was not prepared for the soft, wetness that covered just the
head of my manhood a moment later. Thinking at first that it was the
soap again, it wasn't until I felt Karen's hands on the sides of my
thighs that I realized that my roommate had just taken my cock into his
mouth.
I wanted to take the mask off and look down at my roommate, on
his knees in lingerie, high heels and a maid's uniform, sucking my cock
head. But somehow I knew that Karen had needed this bit of secrecy in
order to have taken this step. So I left it on and enjoyed the warm
sucking he had begun.
Karen took my cock out of his mouth and pressed it up against my
belly. Leaning forward he licked it from the tip down to my balls,
taking each one separately in his mouth. Licking back up the shaft, he
once more put the head just past his lips and using his tongue, wiped
the top and the bottom of it.
One of Karen's hands left my thigh and gently cupped my balls.
When they began to tighten up, a sure sign I was close to cumming,
Karen stopped and withdrew his mouth.
Sensing him stand, I felt him take my hand and while I was still
blindfolded he lead me out of the bathroom and into the bedroom.
Placing my hand on the footboard, Karen released it and said, "Time to
get Mam dressed."
I heard him move away and then return behind me. "Hold out your
arms." Karen said.
I did and felt two thin straps slide up them and at first I
thought it was a bra. I did not object, because at this point I would
do anything to release the cum in my balls.
As the garment came closer I realized it was too large for a bra,
but I did not recognize it from the feel. Still behind me, Karen
pressed a silky garment against my chest and after asking me to hold it
in place, I realized that it extended all the way down to just above my
hips. I knew it was a corset when he began zipping it up the back.
As Karen moved me around the bed so I could sit, I felt the
garter tabs of the corset bounce off my legs. I was not surprised when
from a position in front of me; he raised one of my legs and began to
slowly unroll a very silky stocking up it.
After attaching the front garter, Karen repeated the process on
the other leg and then asked me to stand and turn so he could do the
back. As I rose, I felt the garters tug the stockings and my cock
quivered with delight.
Sitting me back down, he again lifted one of my feet and I felt
him placed a shoe on my foot. Setting that one down so he could do the
other, I felt that it was heels he had adorned me with. The straps were
tight on the ankles and although I could not tell how tall they might
be, I knew my feet were higher off the ground then any footwear I
owned.
"Lean back on your hands." Karen instructed.
I did, the shoulder straps of the corset pleasantly tugging on my
shoulders, my nipples sliding against the satin.
Again I felt rather than heard Karen stand before me, between my
legs. I could feel his slick uniform top brushing the cups of the
corset as he leaned in. Then, he removed the sleep mask from my eyes.
Inches away I saw the traces where lipstick had been on his lips
before he sucked my cock. As I was processing that thought, Karen
leaned further in and kissed me. Softly. Delicately on the lips. Too
far immersed in sexual arousal to consider anything else, I kissed him
back.
His lips were soft and full and they slid lightly across mine.
After a moment his tongue briefly wiped across my lower lip and then
too soon he pulled back. As he slid down my chest I saw for the first
time what he had dressed me in.
The brocade corset was pink with white accents along the shoulder
straps and cleavage lines. Below there were ribbon garters that Karen
had attached to very lacy, pink stockings. On my feet he had placed
pink, leather looking platform shoes.
Even as I was taking all this in, Karen continued to lower his
face down my body. As the satin top of the uniform he wore caressed
over my cock I gasped. Looking down I had a clear view of everything I
was now wearing as well as Karen's mouth, poised above my cock.
For the first time since I had arrived home, our eyes met. The
look was one of lust and I knew my roommate wanted this as much as I
did. Without breaking the look, Karen took my cock in her hand and
lowered her mouth onto my cock.
This time he did not stop at the head but took fully half of it
in his mouth. As I watched my cock disappear between his lips I knew
that I would not last even a minute. Karen seemed to know it too
because he released my cock long enough to say, "It's ok, I want you to
cum."
The clothes he wore the bath, the anal fingering, the satin
corset and stockings I was dressed in, it all overwhelmed me at once.
Uncontrolled I spurted into his mouth. Jet after jet of hot cum erupted
from my balls and shot into his throat. Karen swallowed and swallowed,
taking it all.
I must have fainted because by the time I was rational again,
Karen had licked my soft cock clean, slid a pink thong up my legs and
into place; he must have lifted me because I could feel the small
string running between my ass cheeks.
When I opened my eyes, Karen was sitting on the edge pf the bed,
lightly stroking my cock through the g-string. "I loved that." He said
simply.
I smiled, "Not as much as I did."
"Let's go to the den and recuperate with a beer." Taking my hand
Karen helped me stand and then helped me walk in the tall heels he had
put on me.
In the den I sat on the couch while Karen went to get the beer. I
had offered, but Karen insisted he was still on the clock working.
When he returned with the beer, I motioned for him to sit by me.
We did not say much for a while and then finally I said, "Wow. I had no
idea women's clothes were so..."
"Sexy?" he offered.
"Yes."
"I know, I have been wearing them all day and am hard as a rock."
He answered.
"Really?" I said, putting my hand on his thigh. The skirt of the
uniform had ridden up exposing most of the garter strap. Gliding my
hand from his knee to the stocking top I gently urged him to sit back
on the couch.
Taking the front edge of the skirt, I pulled it up and tucked it
into the band of the apron, revealing his hard cock beneath the sheer
white panties he wore. Almost timid, I reached over and lightly touched
his prick. He shivered and moaned as I rubbed my fingers over his
balls.
"You really should have some release for this." I whispered.
"Keep touching it and it will release on its own." He said.
"That would be a waste. I have another idea though." Letting him
go I got up and returned to my bathroom. Another time I will tell you
how walking in all that lingerie felt for the first time.
I was back moments later and handed him the tube of Vaseline I
had gotten. Lowering my panties, I blushed and said, "I do not know how
much you can stand without cumming so you had better rub it own
yourself."
Not waiting for an answer, I took a pillow from the couch, set it
on the coffee table and then knelt down. Placing my arms crossed on the
pillow and my head on my arms, I placed my ass before him and opened my
knees.
There was silence, but I heard the cap come off and from the
corner of my eye saw Karen stand and free his very large cock from its
pantied prison.
A moment later he knelt behind me and whispered, "Are you sure?"
"I loved your fingers, I will love this too. Just go gentle."
A slick finger entered me. Karen pushed it all the way in. After
pumping it a minute, he added a second. My cock was hard beneath me.
The fingers withdrew and I knew the softness now rubbing against
my hole was the head of his cock and that behind it there was six or
seven inches of hardness. He pushed forward and the plump head popped
past my tight rim. He stopped.
"Lean back on it when ever you are ready." He moaned.
Taking only a second to get used to the fullness, I very slowly
lowered myself, a half inch at a time onto his hardness. My hole
stretched and filled, squeezed and sucked. I paused, I pushed myself
down further. I waited as I felt the half of his shaft buried in my ass
path spasm. I wanted him all the way in when he came.
I rocked a little bit and then I knew there would be no pain. I
pushed fully back and impaled his cock in my hole. Karen groaned aloud
as my tightness wrapped itself around his pulsing cock.
Pulling forward, I said, "Fuck me until you cum in my ass."
Karen began to pump himself slowly at first and then faster as I
answered by meeting each thrust. I felt his cock stiffen inside me and
then he froze, the throbbing deep at the base of his prick waving up to
the tip. I could feel the cum surging up from his balls, the flesh tube
on the underside was being so tightly held by my ass.
My own cock, untouched, came, squirting on the carpet before me
as I felt his hot seed flood my ass. Still I pounded back. I had never
been so fulfilled, so full, so slutty, and I wanted more.
Dottie
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