Stepmother Knows Best
- 2 years ago
- 19
- 0
My StepMother Part Three free porn video
My Step-Mother Part Three
We didn't speak to each other as Pat drove me to my car, still parked
near the Allen's home. When we arrived, I said thank you, got out and
moved my car into the Allen's drive way and began to clean up the mess I
had made in their yard. I was very surprised when Pat followed me and
parked her car behind mine. While I worked, Pat talked with Mrs. Allen,
watching me from time to time from the window.
I must admit, even with the events of yesterday, I enjoyed "working" in
the Allen's yard dressed like a girl. In fact, it was wonderful, not the
cleaning part, but the running around outside in broad daylight part and
I didn't care if anyone looked at me. I had lived in fear of that very
thing, but because it had happened and I was no worse for it, I began to
enjoy myself. The light breeze made my dress blow around and I had
removed my stockings and high heels, which made working easier. It was
great and I loved it. I really felt like a girl, perhaps a bit naughty,
cleaning up a mess she had made.
When I had finished, I knocked on the Allen's door and told them I was
done. Mr. Allen told me he wanted to check my work and to follow him.
"Let's just see how you did," Mr. Allen said.
We walked around the front yard and then the back, finding no trace of
toilet paper.
"What did you do with all toilet paper?" he asked.
"I put it in your trash," I said.
"How did you get it off the tops of the trees and my roof? He asked.
"I used the latter in your garage," I said.
"Just helped yourself did you?" he said.
"I didn't think you'd mind, after all, it was to clean your yard," I
said.
"Of a mess you made young lady," he snapped.
'Yes sir," I said putting my head down.
"You did a good job cleaning it all up, thank you," he said.
"I'm sorry for making the mess in the first place," I replied.
"Well, then perhaps you've learned your lesson," he asked.
Pat and Mrs. Allen entered the garage and I heard Pat say, "Maybe the
next time you decide to play dress up you won't pull a stunt like this."
I was shocked to say the least, was Pat giving me away? The look on my
face must have given me way.
"Yes, they know,."Pat said. "I told them everything."
"Everything?" I said.
"Yes everything."
I just stood there in a state of shock. I couldn't believe it. After a
few moments, I said, "I told you in confidence, Pat. How could you tell
them?"
"They had already figured it out," she said.
"They had?" I said/asked.
"Last night, when Mrs. Allen spanked you, she knew."
"You really can't hide your true gender when you're over some ones knee,"
Mrs. Allen said. "Besides, it doesn't matter to us."
"It doesn't?" I said, rather amazed.
"No, we have a son who is a cross dresser," they said.
"You do?"
"Yes, she's a bit older than you and living in Denver these days."
I just stood there in a daze, not really believing this.
"So you have two children a son and a daughter?" I asked.
"No, we only have the one, a son, who is our daughter sometimes, well,
most of the time really," Mrs. Allen said.
"Stephanie," Pat said, "the Allen's would like to talk to you about an
arrangement they'd like you to consider."
"That's right," Mrs. Allen said. "We'd like to offer you a part time job
with us."
"Doing what?" I said.
"Well, acting as our maid two days a week. We know how much cross
dressers like to wear French Maid's outfits and act as maids, so we
thought we'd like to offer you the chance to 'live out that fantasy' and
be our maid."
This was way too much. I wanted to jump at the chance, but with Pat
standing there I couldn't think properly.
"Thank you, but, no I'd rather not," I said.
"Stephanie," Pat said, "I know you don't mean that. And even though I
don't understand this, at least you can be with folks who do and will
treat you that way. For that I am very grateful to the Allen's and think
you should reconsider."
"OK, I'd like to talk about it some more and find out what my duties
would be," I said.
"You do that, and if it's something you want to do, I think you should.
But, I think I'll say my goodbye's and be on my way," Pat said.
With that, the Allen's and my stepmother said goodbye and she left. The
Allen's then explained to me that each day I was to arrive at their home
dressed as Stephanie, change into my maids dress and begin work from the
work board in the kitchen. Each day, my chores would be listed on the
board and they must ALL be completed before either of them arrives home.
I would be responsible for laundry, general cleaning and pick up. From
time to time, they would entertain guests and they would like me to serve
as the maid at these events. We would see how it goes and if I performed
well, perhaps there would be room for "other things." If I agreed with
the arrangement, I should report to work the following Monday.
I went home and finally had the chance to get cleaned up. It felt good to
take a shower and put on a clean dress. I made myself something to eat
and thought about what the Allen's offered me. I had nothing to think
about, this was indeed a dream come true. I was getting the chance to go
to work dressed, put on a French maids dress and work as a maid in front
of others. And if I was naughty, I'm sure I'll get spanked, after all
they both had spanked me already. This was almost too good to be true. It
was similar to many of the stories I'd read on the internet, which I had
a hard time believing, yet it was possible for me. Things like this
didn't happen to me, my luck was mostly bad. There had to be a catch.
However, I couldn't let it go so, I reported to work the following
Monday.
MY FIRST DAY
The Allen's had given me a key to their home and I let myself in. I was
wearing a nice white dress with black heels, a slip and petticoat and a
white garter belt with suntan stockings and a matching bra and panty set.
I found the board with my chores listed on it and a note taped to it. I
opened it and it read:
Stephanie,
Welcome to our home. You'll find your uniform hanging in the laundry
room, but before you change, please do the shopping. There is a list and
money attached to this note. Get everything on the list. When you return
home, put everything away and then change into your uniform and get
started on the list. We are having a small party tonight, so make sure
you do everything. Thanks.
I went into the laundry room and looked at my uniform. It was indeed a
French maid's outfit, black, with puffy sleeves, a full skirt and a short
petticoat. There were open toed high heels with a black garter belt,
white lacy bra & white silk panties and black stockings. I couldn't wait
to put it all on.
However, I had to go shopping first, so I got the list and money and
headed for my car. I drove to the store and parked in an open spot.
Suddenly, a panic over took me. I had never gone shopping dressed before.
To make my panic worse, it was early morning and the sun was up. In other
words, broad daylight and I was scared. I sat in my car, trying to talk
myself into going in. Just as I got up the nerve, a mother and her two
teenage sons drove up. I'll wait till they leave I thought.
This was stupid, I said to myself, just get out of the car and do it.
There is never going to be a right time, so get on with it. As my hand
reached for the door handle, my heart started to beat faster and faster
and my mouth got as dry as a hot summers day.
Some how I managed to get the door open and me out of the car. I started
walking toward the door and feel like I was walking like a man in a
dress. So, I slowed down and moved my hip and took smaller steps. Within
no time I felt feminine again and continued with my skirt moving to the
rhythm of my steps.
I was sure everyone noticed me as I walked in with my heels clicking away
on the floor, and that everyone knew I was not as I seemed. But, as I
continued, I relaxed a bit and realized that no one really noticed
anything. I wasn't the only person in heels so my clicking was only loud
to me.
I went about shopping and getting everything on the list and soon relaxed
enough to enjoy my self. I enjoyed shopping dressed as a girl a great
deal and couldn't wait till the next time.
I got back to the Allen's home and put everything away and then changed
into my uniform. It was heavenly and I loved it. I did find it hard to
work while wearing it and wondered how anyone got any real work done. I
had to do the laundry, clean the bathrooms and the living room and dust
and vacuum the whole house. I then had iron the outfit's for the Allen's
to wear that evening. His was just a nice pair of pants and a shirt, hers
was a skirt and top set that would be comfortable.
I did manage to get all my work done before either Allen got home and was
very proud of myself. Mrs. Allen got home first and put me though an
inspection. She was very happy with the house and shopping and that
everything was done and ready for the party.
"I think you've earned a reward for a job well done Stephanie," she said.
"Thank you mam," I said as I curtsied to her and smiled wondering what my
reward was going to be.
"When Mr. Allen gets home, I'm sure he'll be impressed too," she said.
Within 10 minutes, Mr. Allen arrived home and he was indeed, pleased.
"Good girl," he said to me. "Please follow me."
I followed him into his study, which was located in the back of the
house. He sat down in an armless chair and put me across his lap. He
spanked me with his hand and really laid into me, and then he lowered my
panties and picked up a paddle that was on his desk. He paddled me with
it till my bottom was on fire and I was crying. I was sure Mrs. Allen
could hear my punishment, no matter were she was in the house, and didn't
understand why she hadn't entered the room wondering what I had done.
When Mr. Allen finished paddling me, he told me to stand before him. I
stood there with tears streaming down my face, dancing from side to side
trying to get the fire out of my bottom.
"You may rub if you like," he said.
"Thank you sir," I said as I rubbed the sting out.
"Now," Mr. Allen said, "unzip my pants and get on your knees girl."
I just stood there. I couldn't believe my ears.
Mr. Allen stood up, grabbed both my arms and looking straight into my
eyes said, "Do it young lady, or do you want a real spanking?"
"I thought you were pleased with my work sir," I said.
"I am Stephanie very pleased, that's why you're getting a reward," he
said.
"But I don't understand sir," I said.
"Your step mother told us about your wish to have a strong man spank you
and then force you to give him a blow job."
"She told you that?" I said starting to cry all over again.
"Yes she did. Isn't it true, Stephanie?
"It's true, I told her that," I said
"Then, get on your knees," he said.
I got on my knees and undid his belt and lowered his pants, realizing
that I was in this position because of my fantasies and wishes. I had no
one to blame but myself and further realizing that real life and fantasy
are two different things. However, this was what I wanted and it didn't
half to be a bad thing.
I looked into his eyes; he seemed happy, I then lowered my eyes and
looked at his crotch. He was indeed happy and his penis was telling me it
was my doing, which made me happy. I lowered his underpants and took his
penis in my hand. I played with it for a little bit and then cupped his
balls in one hand while stroking his cock with the other.
He liked this and began to grow even bigger.
"That feels real good Stephanie, real good," he said.
"I glad sir," I said as I put the tip of his cock in my mouth and licked
it with my tongue. He bent down and spanked my bottom a few times telling
me that the redness was fading.
This made me suck him harder; I sucked and sucked, licking it up and down
and playing with his balls. Every once in a while he would swat my butt
to keep it red and stinging and then rub it with his hand. It didn't take
that long before he came. He took my head and fucked it good, which hurt
a little, but he was soon feeding me his cum. I managed to take it all in
and yes, I swallowed it. I didn't mean to, it just happened.
"That's a good girl" he said patting my head "I knew you were a good
cocksucker the first time I saw you. Now go and finish getting things
ready for our guests." He swatted my fanny as he "helped" me out the
door.
I was going to like it here I thought as I went into the kitchen to
finish preparing for the party. Mrs. Allen came into the kitchen already
dressed for the party and took one look at me and said, "You need to go
and fix your face, Stephanie. When ever a girl gives a blow job, it's a
good idea to go and check yourself afterward. In your case you need to
touch up your make up and redo your hair."
"Yes mam," I said wondering why she wasn't mad. "May I ask you a
question?"
"Sure," she replied.
"Aren't you mad that I gave your husband a blow job?" I asked.
"Hell no," she said laughing, "I'm grateful."
"You are?" I said.
"Yes indeed," she said. "He likes a blow job, but I won't do it for him.
I'll give him a hand job from time to time, but that's not good enough.
So, having you here to do it, is a win-win for all of us."
"Then you're not mad at all?" I asked.
"Nope," she said smiling.
Wow, this was unreal, but I liked it. I was living out a fantasy I'd had
for a long time and never dreamed it could happen.
The Party
As the guests began to arrive, it became clear to me that the Allen's
were not as they seemed. I greeted each guest at the door with a curtsy
and an offer to take their coat and get them a drink. After all the
guests arrived, they went about picking partners. The Allen's, it seems,
were part of a group that switched sexual partners.
Two by two, they went into a different part of the house to "have sex"
and I was to be on hand, just in case someone needed any thing.
Thankfully no one needed any thing that night and after the sex, they all
sat around a talked while I served them drinks. I managed to be a topic
of conversation for a little bit and even got pinched a couple of times.
As the guests were leaving, the last gentleman took me aside and
whispered in my ear, "At the next party maybe I'll paddle that cute
bottom of yours and then you can suck me off."
He then pinched me and left. I thought back to the talks I had with Pat,
how she couldn't deal with all this and how she took it upon herself to
tell the Allen's about me. I wondered if she knew all this was going on
or if she just thought they understood about cross dressing. I smiled and
thought what the hell, I don't really care what she thought, this was
going to be a fun place to work. I should really thank her one day for
telling the Allen's all about me.
Leela
- 05.12.2021
- 11
- 0
