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Maid for the Job Chapter Ten I was waiting eagerly to get out of the house and almost skipped out to the car when Fran?oise arrived, carrying my overnight bag with me. When I sat down, she leant over and gave me a big kiss and a hug. "How was the weekend?" she asked. "Really quite good actually," I responded truthfully, and proceeded to tell her all about it. She was clearly a little surprised when I told her how Mrs Smith's daughters, particularly Elsa, had been so relaxed around me, but was pleased for me that throughout the weekend nothing unpleasant had happened. As we pulled into Aunt Mary's drive, I leaned over and whispered conspiratorially in her ear. "I'm really looking forward to sleeping over tonight." And as I did so, I slowly raised the skirt of my dress until I was showing a glimpse of a suspender clip. "Do you know what," she answered with a big smile, "so am I." And sliding her skirt up her leg, she exposed one of her suspender clips showing the purple and floral pattern. Giggling we got out of the car and walked to the front door hand-in- hand. As we got closer to the house, Richard's wife drove up to the front of the building and almost pushed him out shouting 'Faggot' after him. That stopped our giggles for as much as we were glad not to be him, I for one understood how embarrassed he must be. As Fran?oise and I each took one of his arms and lead him into the house he managed to give us each a small appreciative glance, but I am not sure it helped that much. =#= After the morning lessons and lunch, Angela again sent me up to the treatment room where I got ready for Aunt Mary to arrive. Just as I had predicted, she was a little surprised when she walked into the treatment room to find me standing there in my purple floral lingerie. She looked me up and down with a frown on her face. "I am very surprised that Martha let you out without the corset. She did give you permission didn't she?" she asked, looking me directly in the eye. I couldn't lie to a question asked like that. "Not as such," was my weak response. "You mean to say you left the house like that without permission," the tone of her voice had an edge to it. I tried to defend myself. "Yes, Aunt Mary," I admitted. "But you see I no longer need the corset to fit into my school dress." I didn't want to add that I fitted all the dresses I had previously been a touch too big for much better now. "Really," was her response, in a way that encouraged me to think that I might get away with this transgression. "Perhaps some new clothes are in order that you are required to wear your corset again? I shall discuss this with Martha. In the meantime, have you being taking your medication as prescribed?" "Yes," was my simple response. "And how does your chest feel now?" My chest had been aching continually during the week and I suppose I had got used to it. However, now I thought about it, the pain was actually quite intense. "Quite painful actually." "Are you sure you have been taking your medication?" "Yes, Aunt Mary." "Well, why don't you take that lovely bra off," she instructed and then, in response to my raised eyebrows, she continued. "Just because it is not what I expected you to be wearing, doesn't mean I cannot appreciate beautiful clothing." I took my bra off exposing my breast forms and lay back down on the couch as I had done before. Once again Aunt Mary injected the anaesthetic to ease the pain of the removing the breast forms, and once again I was unconvinced about how effective the anaesthetic was as, even with the solvent she used, pulling the forms and glue off my chest still hurt. I lay back, waiting for her pronouncement that the medication had been effective. "Are you sure you've been taking the medication as instructed, every day?" she asked again. "Yes," I said with concern in my voice and looked down. Just as the previous week I could see mounds of flesh where there shouldn't really be any, not on me at least. They didn't look massively different from last week. Perhaps the nipples were a bit larger and redder, but I put that down to them rubbing on the inside of the breast forms. I wasn't sure what her concern was. "Why don't you sit up my dear," she instructed, offering me a hand. As I sat up, I definitely could feel, and now see, a difference. When I had been lying down, the full extent of my breast growth was not really apparent. However, as I sat up, the mounds of flesh hung from my chest. Not only had the medication not worked, it appeared to have made the breasts bigger. These were no longer breasts that could be hidden beneath a baggy shirt. I reached out and cupped them in my hands. They were not as big as the breast forms I had been using, but they were definitely cup-able breasts. I was amazed and concerned in equal measure. Aunt Mary's voice broke through my thoughts. "Well what you have here my dear is a nice pair of pert breasts, probably an A cup if my estimation is correct." "What...how...?" I stammered in response. "Well, if you have taken the medication as you said, all I can think is that it reacted with you somehow." "What can we do about it?" "Nothing at the moment. I will have to discuss this with Martha and see what she suggests. It may well involve a visit to a doctor to assess the situation. What you definitely cannot do is cover them up under breast forms. You will have to use the chicken fillets to fill out your bra cups. I think I have a couple of A cup bras in your size in the wardrobe but they wont go with you beautiful lingerie." She hand me the fillets. "Try these on while I go and get the other bras." After a while I worked out that the easiest way to use the fillets was to put the bra on and slip them inside underneath my own breasts. They felt cool to start with but quickly warmed to my body. Aunt Mary returned before too long and assessed the finished product. "Excellent. You are now the proud owner of your own cleavage. Okay, it's not very deep, but it's yours. You can take these two bras," she said handing me a matching pair of black and white satin bras, "until you have got yourself fitted for some new bras of your own." "Thank you," I responded in a daze taking the bras. I really hadn't banked on buying any new bras. "Now, don't just stand there. You need to get dressed again otherwise you will miss the last lesson of the day." "What's that?" I asked absentmindedly. "Needlework; how to make simple repairs around the home," she responded, "I will see you downstairs shortly," she said, leaving me to my own devices. I got dressed quickly, adjusting to the new sensations of the fabric of the bra on my own breasts thinking about what a surprise this would be for Fran?oise. As I stepped into and did up my shoes I also reflected on how pleasant and helpful Aunt Mary had been to me. Perhaps I had misjudged her. =#= The last lesson of the day was tedious, but not difficult, but I was looking forward to the end of the day and it seemed to take so long. Eventually the end arrived and Fran?oise and I escaped as quickly as possible, not wanting a repeat of the previous week's excitement. As we got into the car, Richard's wife arrived. Seeing him standing outside the front door of the house, she wound down her window. "Come on faggot, I haven't got all day. Where are you girlfriends to help you now?" I felt pity for him again, but this time didn't offer any help as I thought it might make it worse. I wondered how long his wife would remain angry with him! =#= On the way back to Fran?oise's house she announced that her parents were away for a couple of days and had given the home help time off. We decided to stop at a supermarket and buy a dinner for two with a couple of bottles of white wine to go with it. The temptation to suggest shopping for some more clothes while we were out, specifically bras, was quite high, but I hadn't yet told Fran?oise my news and wasn't sure how to do it. We did a bit of window shopping, and in one store I caught as glimpse of a set of underwear very similar to the one I saw Elsa wearing at the weekend. I made a note of the shop and decided to come back with Fran?oise on Friday when we had our day together. =#= By the time we arrived home it was almost time to eat so we cracked open the wine and put the food in the oven. Heading into the lounge we snuggled up next to each other on the sofa watching rubbish on TV and drinking wine while we waited for the food to cook. We took dinner in the kitchen and after some idle chit chat, Fran?oise spoke. "Do realise today marks four weeks since you started working for Mrs Smith." "I suppose it is. Why do you mention that?" I asked without thinking. "Well, I thought you were told you had to work for her for a month to start with and give a month's notice if you wanted to leave." I nodded, realising the relevance of her words. "Well, have you given your notice?" "No," was my simple response, "I haven't got round to it." "Haven't got round to it! Surely you can find five minutes to write a letter." "I did write a letter three weeks ago, but she didn't accept it because she said I had lied by saying she was treating me unfairly." "How has she treated you unfairly, and don't come out with the 'but I'm a boy' argument again?" That was my only argument, but it was wearing a bit thin even for me. My life was much better now than before Mrs Smith had taken me in, and, had I really wanted to, I could have escaped. "It's almost like you want to stay as you are," Fran?oise smiled at me. When I didn't respond, she continued. "You still haven't written a letter, so you could have another four weeks working for her even if you wrote a letter tomorrow. Of course, if she did decide to accept your resignation letter after all, you will only be working for her for another week which means this is the last sleep over you will have here as you will probably go back to your old life when she lets you go." Fran?oise finished with a sad look in her eyes. I hadn't thought about this before. I had just been thinking about myself and no-one else. Could this be the last time I see Fran?oise. If it was going to be, I wanted to make sure we enjoyed it. "Let's not worry about that for now," I said smiling. "Let's just enjoy spending time together." She smiled in response and we quickly tidied up our dinner and headed back to the sitting room with our wine. This time there was no television. We had far more important things to keep us occupied! We embraced and kissed like it really was going to be our last night together. Holding each other tight I felt one of Fran?oise's hands slip underneath the skirt of my dress and start playing with my stocking tops. I held her close to me and kissed her, intoxicated by the combined perfume and taste of lipstick. Holding her head and stroking her hair, I kissed her like she was the last person I was going to see. As we came up for air, she sat back a little and looked at me slyly. "Something's different about you. What is it?" "What do you mean?" I responded, trying to sound innocent. "Well you...feel different. Hug me again." I did so and she only looked even more suspicious. Giggling with the wine, I undid the top two buttons of my blouse, all I could do as I was wearing my pinafore dress, and hoped it would be enough. "Perhaps this is what you mean," and leant forward. Peering into the top of my blouse, I hoped Fran?oise would see enough to convince her. "Have you had something done? I need to look closer." "Here?" I asked. Grabbing my hand she shook her head and I followed her upstairs. Once we arrived in her room she quickly helped me remove my dress and blouse until I was standing there just in my bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings. I was just about to remove my bra when she instructed me to wait and slowly undressed herself. The two of us stood there for a moment admiring each other in our matching underwear before passion overtook us and we engulfed each other in a passionate embrace. There was no denying the fact that hugging her felt much different now, and she felt it too, pulling back slightly to look. At this point I reached behind me to undo the clasp and slowly released the bra, trying carefully not to drop the fillets. Fran?oise gasped. "Oh my word, you have breasts, proper breasts, of your own. Are they real?" she asked. "Of course," was all I could respond with like it seemed natural! She reached out and touched them. As she did so a tingle went through me. This was a new sensation. "Get on the bed while I get things ready," she commanded. "What for?" "You'll see." I lay back on the bed, caught between admiring myself and following Fran?oise around the room as she lit some scented candles and turned the lights down low. She really was beautiful. As she finished, she stood beside the bed and was about to get on it when she thought for a moment and removed her own bra, releasing her beautiful breasts. I felt a slight pang of jealousy when I realised how much bigger hers were than mine. Tossing back the sheets, she got in beside me and snuggled over. "Tell me all about it. How have these suddenly appeared?" I started talking through all the steps that had occurred that might have led to the breast growth. As I did, she gentled stroked and caressed my breasts. It became so distracting that I had to tell her to stop if she wanted the story finished. As I spoke she listened intently, a couple of times reacting with a surprised 'Really'. She wasn't half as surprised as I was! When I finished, she looked thoughtful for a moment before speaking. "How does it feel having breasts?" "I don't know really. It's early days yet. I've only just got them, and they're not really very big anyway." "They may not be big, but they are beautiful," she responded leaning over and kissed them both. "Small and perfectly formed." "Not as perfect as yours," I responded, kissing hers in turn. "Maybe not, but I have been growing mine all my life, yours are brand new. Maybe they will grow as big as mine if you are lucky." Part of me didn't want to be 'lucky' in that way, but another part of me was curious. I didn't have the chance to think about it any further because Fran?oise sat astride me and lay down on me, pressing her beautiful breasts up against mine. The cushioning as they met was another new, and not at all unpleasant, sensation. I smiled and my thingy stirred. Clearly Fran?oise felt it as she was seated on my grown. "I think you quite like it," she said slyly, and proceeded to kiss and nuzzle my breasts, playfully nipping at my nipples. This was all new for me and was overwhelming. I was clearly enjoying it, giving myself over to the pleasure and my thingy was growing accordingly, so much so that Fran?oise got off me and lay next to me so she could kiss my breasts and stroke my thingy through my satin panties at the same time. I began to moan, and as I did so, she spoke again. "Of course this changes things a lot." "What do you mean?" I managed to mutter as she continued paying me attention. "Well, last week when we were lying here, I said I wouldn't let you put your thingy in me because you were a boy with fake breasts and I thought it might confuse you. Now of course, you are a girl who happens to have a thingy and that is all together different." My eyes widened as I realised what she was suggesting. "You...want me...to make love to you?" I asked. "Only if you want to." She smiled coyly. "Would it help if I started on top?" And without waiting for me to give an opinion, she slowly started removing my panties, kissing my thingy through the soft material first before tugging at the waist band and exposing my engorged member. Shuffling my bottom I helped her remove my panties, before she removed hers and sat astride me. Looking me in the eyes, she grabbed my thingy and directed it towards her waiting hole. Slowly, and gently, she lowered herself on to me until my whole member was engulfed inside her, moaning as she did so. As we enjoyed the feeling, she leaned forward and kissed me on the mouth, the tips of her hair tickling my nipples and causing a reaction. "Oh," she said cutely, "I felt that." And sat up again, slowly beginning to gyrate her hips. Something about my situation made me feel that this was how it should be and I didn't really want to be on top, however, Fran?oise had suggested it so I thought I better had, and after a while I signalled to her that I was ready to swap. Fran?oise lay back on the bed, her long hair framing her face, and her suspender belt framing her waiting mound. Looking at me in the eyes the whole time, she guided my thingy into her hole and I slowly eased my way in until I was lying on her, our breasts touching. I kissed her and smiled and slowly started moving in and out of her. As I did so I looked down towards our groins, looking at the novel sight of my breasts dangling down from my chest, slightly framing my thingy which I could see as I thrust in and out, our satin encircled waists moving together as one. I continued slowly at first and then quicker and quicker as the passion took over, lost in the sensuality of the moment. As the pace quickened, Fran?oise wrapped her stocking clad legs around my waist and stroked my own hole as I continued to fill hers, eventually climaxing in perhaps the most blissful orgasm I had ever had. As the pulsing from my thingy eased off, I lay down on top of her and she wrapped her arms around me. We lay still like that until my thingy began to lose its hardness and I rolled off Fran?oise laying next to her and holding her hand smiling. "Thank you," I said, not sure if I was being thankful that she had enabled me to use my thingy in a boy way or simply that she accepted me the way I was. She propped herself up on her elbow and gazed at me. "No need to say thank you, you silly thing," she said, tapping me on the nose. "Now let me clean you up before I repay the favour." Not knowing what she was meaning, I lay back with my eyes closed and bathed in the warm feelings that surrounded me. I heard her go to the en-suite to get a warm flannel to clean my thingy. As she went to take the flannel back, I lay there reflecting on how lucky I was. I then felt her climb back on the bed and begin to stroke me around my groin, fingers circling my perineum and moving closer to wards my hole. I then felt her smearing cool lubricating liquid around my hole before slipping first one and then two fingers inside. As she slowly began to finger me she leaned forward and kissed me. My eyes opened looking straight into hers. "Just lay back and enjoy," she instructed, and remembering the previous week, that is exactly what I did. After a while she removed her fingers and shifted her weight a little. Moments later I felt the tip of something at my hole. Slowly but surely, bit by bit she carefully eased the vibrator into my waiting hole, and just as the previous week, the pain was subdued by the easy and caring way in which she was penetrating me. Slowly she continued to ease the device into me further and further. After a while I realised that it felt different to last week and I couldn't hear a buzzing. I opened my eyes and looked into hers. She was smiling and supporting herself on both hands yet I could still feel the member inside me. With a shock I looked down past my breasts to our groin area where I could see something different around her waist. Following my eyes, Fran?oise moved her hips up slightly. As she did so I saw the dildo she was wearing ease its way out of my hole. "But..." was all I could say before she placed a finger on my lips. "Shh. As I said, just lay back and enjoy. I will be gentle," she finished, leaning forward kissing me on the lips. "Let me make love to you." Then, easing my legs apart slightly, she pushed in again, this time a little further until I gasped, and out again, starting a steady rhythm, always looking in my eyes. All I could see was caring and love, and eventually the fear faded and I reached out to stroke her breasts. Looking down past my jiggling breasts I could see my thingy erect once more as she continued to fuck me. As she did so she closed her eyes and began to moan, biting the edge of her lip in the way I found so arousing. Clearly this was a double ended dildo. Following her lead I gave my way over to pleasure and closed my eyes as she continued her rhythm, even wrapping my stocking clad legs around her waist as she had done to me. The rhythm increased as she nearer climaxed and then, with a loud moan she was bucking uncontrollably on top of me, just as I too climaxed, spurting up her stomach and all over mine. As her moaning and movements calmed she lay down on me, our sweat and semen cover bodies held close together. As she did so, the dildo slid out of me, leaving a gaping hole, but not the pain I had endured my previous time. Looking up at me she smiled. "It may not usually be comfortable the first time, but the second is often much better, don't you think," she said. I just smiled. =#= After a while laying there, she spoke again. "I think we need a shower before we stick together." "Euugh," I responded, and then followed her into the double shower, her still erect dildo contrasting dramatically with her beautiful breasts while my now flaccid thingy hung limply between my legs and all my focus was on my own breasts. Throwing the used lingerie in the wash basket we jumped in the hot shower and cleaned each other all over, spending as much time embracing and giggling as washing. Slipping into the blue satin chemise I had brought with me I borrowed a pair of knickers from Fran?oise as she got ready for bed. Snuggling in close to each other we blew out the candles and quickly fell asleep. =#= As I woke naturally the following morning, I could feel Fran?oise in the bed next to me. She was clearly already awake as she turned over to spoon me. As she did so, I could feel something solid resting between my buttocks. Reaching down with my hand confirmed that she had clearly woken before me and put the dildo back on. Not really knowing what she had in mind, I nestled back into her body, feeling her breasts on my back, her arms around me, and her dildo now between my legs. After holding me and stroking my breasts through me chemise, her hand moved down to my groin and slipped inside the knickers I was wearing, caressing my now growing thingy inside. As she started tugging at the waist band of the knickers, I helped her take them off, without really thinking about what I was doing, as she continued to kiss the back of my neck and my shoulders. As I kicked the knickers to the bottom of the bed, I felt her move, and as I stopped kicking, I felt her hand on my hole, smearing lubricant all over it. As we moved around on the bed, she brought the dildo up to my hole, but the positioning wasn't right, one of us had to move. As I knelt up, I motioned for her to stay where she was. Straddling her waist, I grabbed hold of the dildo and careful guided my hole towards it. Slowly and gently I lowered down, impaling myself on the dildo, the chemise draping over our groins hiding the excitement beneath. Gazing down on her naked body I smiled as she ran her hands up underneath my chemise, one playing with my breasts and the other with my thingy as I began to shift up and down, breasts jiggling under the satin. After a while she pushed me up, and as I remained kneeling, slid out between my legs, giving my thingy a quick suck as she went past. I was about to move, but she quickly climbed back on the bed and I felt her behind me, bringing the dildo up to my hole and easing it as I fell forward on all fours. She continued to fuck me again while at the same time reaching round with one hand and stroking my thingy. Despite the excitement of the previous night, I was still ready for more, and before long I was pushing back on the dildo as she continued with my thingy. As I started moaning, she held my waist and pulled me towards her, impaling me as far as she could. I exploded all over the bed sheets. Holding her position until I had finished, she then slipped the dildo out and we collapsed on the bed. She looked at me with a questioning look on her face. "What?" I asked. "How was that for a wake up?" "Different," I responded and smiled. She smiled back. "Well, if this to be our last night together, I wanted you to remember it. Unfortunately, all good things come to an end. If we don't move now, you are going to be late for work, and we have a lot of tidying up." Giggling I nodded. This time we showed separately so Fran?oise could get some breakfast ready while I got dressed. I wore the black bra Aunt Mary had leant me to go with some black satin knickers I had brought with me. I was surprised at how comfortable a properly fitting bra was, and I walked down to breakfast with a feeling of confidence. =#= As Fran?oise dropped me off at the house, our farewell was fond, but I got a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time I saw her so it didn't feel like the end somehow. As I got into the house, Mrs Smith was there and I immediately feared the worst. "Well done for making it on time. If you keep this up you might get a few more freedoms." I checked my watch to see if I was on time and I was. Perhaps she was being genuine and was treating me with respect. "You look different today. Something about you has changed hasn't it?" I felt there was no point in hiding anything from her as Aunt Mary said she was going to talk to her anyway so I told her what had happened. "Oh that is so exciting, show me, show me," she screamed like a little girl. "Here?" I asked. "Perhaps not dear, you are right. Why don't you go and change into your uniform while I make a coffee and then you can come down and show me. Minutes later we were in the kitchen with my slip and dress around my waist while my boss checked out my new breasts. "Well, well," she said, "Get yourself dressed again. I will have to see Mary about this development." "If you don't mind me saying so ma'am, she did say she was going to speak to you, something about going to see a doctor." "Did she? Oh well, perhaps I'll see her first, I was planning on going out today. Okay, I know you have a lot of chores to do, but here's another to add to the list for the grocery delivery tomorrow. I have planned a surprise party for Saturday. No dear," she interrupted herself as she caught the look in my eyes, "Not like the ones Aunt Mary has. No, this is something different. A celebration. Don't worry about the details; just make sure you phone through the order by midday so it arrives tomorrow." And with that she left, and I was alone. Alone for the first time since my breast growth had been unveiled to me, alone for the first time since I had lost my virginity, first as an object and then as a lover. The emotions of it all overcame in waves and I began sobbing, not out of sorrow or gladness but because I felt I had lost control over my life. Other people, my boss, Aunt Mary, even Fran?oise seemed to control everything I did. What was there left for me to control? =#= Having been penetrated so much by Fran?oise since the previous evening, my stretched hole felt unusual all day, not hurting, just, well...empty, so much so that when I got changed for bed in the evening I decided to insert a tampon. Feeling instantly more comfortable for being 'filled', I pulled a pair of simple cotton panties up my legs and tucked my thingy back inside. Standing in front of my full-length mirrors I couldn't help but acknowledge the transformation that had happened since my arrival. I vividly remembered my first night in the house standing in front of these same mirrors sobbing because of the situation and appalled by the image I saw. How is today any different, the situation is still the same, I am trapped in an arrangement that it appears I cannot get out of, but I am no longer sobbing. What has changed? Have I just got used to it all? Looking at my body no longer appals me. What I see is the reflection of a young woman with small breasts. Has my body changed that much in so short a time, or is it just my expectations of what I should look like that have changed? Slipping the same blue nightdress over my head as I did on the first night, I am pleased with how it looks as it settles on my girlish frame, no longer instantly aroused by the sensation as before. Perhaps now it has become the usual the arousal takes a little longer? Still with as many questions as I had on my first night, I lay back in bed. This time, however, I am tired and sleep comes quickly. =#= Waking in the morning something feels different, and it is only when I sit up that I remember my breasts. Slipping the nightdress straps from my shoulders I look at them, cupping them gently. Looking in the mirror, I smile as I play with my breasts, seeing how much of a cleavage I can make! I get out of bed with a spring in my step and before long am downstairs getting breakfast ready for my boss. As she joins me for breakfast, she notices the change in my demeanour and smiles. "Someone seems happy today. Is it your new 'attributes'?" I blush slightly to which she laughs and dismisses but stammered response. "It is a big day in any girl's life when they get their breasts and their first A cup bra. Nothing to be ashamed of. And don't worry about feeling small, I am sure this is only the start!" With that she left me to tidy up and went to work. Only the start?! What did she mean? =#= The morning passed quickly until the door bell rang for the delivery. Remembering what had happened the previous week with Darren and what Fran?oise had said when I had confessed to her, I approached the door confidently, knowing that as I was a bit more of a girl than I had been the previous week, there was less chance of me being exposed. As I opened the door, Darren was walking back from the delivery van with some bags in his hand having left the first batch on the door step. "Sorry it took me a while," I said apologetically. "Oh, not to worry. It's just that there's quite a lot today so I thought I would get started instead of just standing there waiting," I responded in a chatty voice. "Have you got something going on this weekend?" My first thought was that he was going to invite me out, but then I realised he must be talking about the big delivery. "Yes," I responded. "Some sort of party. Not sure what myself, the boss just said a 'celebration'. Perhaps it's a surprise. Any way, let me help you." I helped him take some of the bags in, but then let him do the rest while I unpacked and put the kettle on. Once we had finished I offered him a cup of tea which he accepted and we went through to the lounge. Sitting next to each other on the couch we chatted about this and that while we drank our tea. Once we had finished, he put his mug down and slid along the couch next to me. "Thank you," he said, taking my hand in his and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for what?" I asked. "For the tea, and for making Wednesdays fun." "Oh it's nothing," I responded and, without thinking, continued "they're fun for me too." That was clearly all the invitation he needed as he kissed me again, this time on the lips. Remembering what Fran?oise had said, I gave into the moment and kissed him back. This time he parted my lips with his tongue and I felt our tongues touch. Being kissed by a strong man I felt, at that moment, more girly than I had done before, but when I felt his hand on my thigh I started. That was one discovery I didn't want him to make. He looked me in the eyes with apology in his face. I smiled gently back. "Too soon," I said, taking his hand and placing it on my side while I lent forward and kissed him again. This time his hand made its way up my body towards my breasts. I began to tense up and his hand stopped, but then I realised that there was nothing to hide there. Anything he would find was all mine. As I relaxed, his hand continued its progress and before long he was cupping my right breast, kissing me fully on the lips and stroking my hair. This was all a bit much for me and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. However, I was sure that if my boss had walked in at that moment, she would not have been impressed so, perhaps reluctantly, I broke off the kiss. "Much as it would be lovely to continue this," I said, not sure if I was just being polite, "we both have work to do." Nodding, he agreed and we both stood up, rearranging our clothes so we looked more presentable. "Perhaps next week," he said with a questioning tone. I just smiled, took him to the door and waved goodbye. Leaning back against the closed door, I muttered to myself, 'perhaps next week'. What was next week going to hold? =#= The remainder of the day passed quickly as I caught up on all my chores and Mrs Smith wasn't in a particularly chatty mood when she got back from work as she had more emails to catch up on in the evening, so after I had finished work, I took myself down to the pool for some exercise. I then had a deep luxuriant bath with the tingling lavender before slipping into my nightdress and into bed. It had been a good day. I was happy. What would tomorrow bring? =#= Most Thursdays tended to be quite mundane as I was left to get as many of the chores done before my day off on Friday. One thing that was always an event was the 'girly nights' in I had with my boss. Every week brought some new sexual experience. Last week had been particularly painful and I was not sure I wanted to repeat the experience. Even though Fran?oise had now used a dildo on me a couple of times, each time was in a loving way, not the thrusting, violent way in which my boss had assaulted me last week. I wasn't sure I was looking forward to the evening. However, as I was doing my chores, including putting away clean laundry, I saw something which gave me an idea. I was hanging up some of the clothes Elsa had been wearing in her wardrobe, and as I did so I saw a beautiful red satin dress with flowers all over it. Getting it out I looked at it and then stood in front of her tall mirror, holding it against my body. 'Surely it would fit', I thought. Slipping off my day uniform, I stepped into the dress and pulled it up my body, easing my arms into the capped sleeves and sliding the side zip up. It fitted perfectly. We really were matching in size. The dress also said, to me at least, 'whatever you think about me, I am proud of how I look'. Taking the dress off and slipping back into my uniform, I decided to look around to see if there was anything else matching. In her wardrobe I found a pair of deep red court shoes with a heel of about three inches, and in her chest of drawers I found a set of beautiful satin lingerie in deep crimson. The bra was slightly too big, but with the chicken fillets I thought it should fit. The panties were smooth at the front with a flared rear. Scurrying out of Elsa's room, I took all the lovely items up to my room, and laid them out on the bed ready for later. =#= After an unexciting remainder of the day completing chores that seemed to drag on with the anticipation of the evening, I eventually finished up and went to the pool for a swim. Heading back up to the house I was a little surprised that Mrs Smith wasn't back yet, but I simply assumed she was late leaving work. As I stepped into a hot bath filled with copious amounts of lavender bath foam, I lay back enjoying the tingling sensation on my skin and the relaxing feel of the warm water lapping around my breasts. After soaking a while, I got out a wrapped a towel around myself while I towel dried my now shoulder length hair. I figured that as I was visiting the salon tomorrow they would probably style it, so once it was dry-ish I simply brushed it out. Then the excitement of getting dressed in the beautiful clothes. Ensuring I was totally dry, I dusted myself off with some body powder. Before stepping into the panties I decided to take a precaution and I smeared some lubricating cream around my hole. I wasn't hoping for a repeat of last week, but I wanted to be prepared just in case and I knew the whole 'sanitary towel' thing would not work with my boss. The panties fit perfectly, holding my thingy tight once I had tucked it in, with the rear parts fluttering against my buttocks while the central piece of material rode up against my hole. The bra fit perfectly around the chest, but the cups were slightly too large and my small breasts required support in the form of fillets. Slipping the deep boned suspender belt around my waist, I fed the straps under the panties before clipping them on to a new pair of high gloss stockings. As I slid the stockings up my legs I realised that my leg hair was becoming noticeable again. Perhaps they would do something about it at the salon. Sitting down at the dressing table, I applied bold make up with crimson lipstick and dark eyeliner. I even did a coat of deep red nail varnish on my finger nails figuring that while it wasn't really appropriate for work, I wouldn't be working until tomorrow evening, after I had been to the salon. When I stood up in front of the mirrored doors of my wardrobe, I surprised even myself. A couple of days ago when I looked at myself in the mirror I had reflected on how much I had changed, that my body was slightly different. Today, however, I look like a different person. The hair brushed down the back of my neck, the strong make up, the new, to me at least, underwear all contrived to make me look like someone else. As I was taking in the view I heard a car in the drive and assumed it must be my boss with dinner. Stepping into the exquisite dress, I slid it up my body as before, but this time with no slip underneath I was able to enjoy the delightful sensation of the smooth material against my skin. When I zipped it up at the side, it fitted me perfectly. Stepping into the heels I felt bold and confident and ready to take on anything my boss had in store. =#= Only it wasn't my boss who had just arrived in the driveway, it was Mr Smith. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, he was closing the door behind him. "Well, hello Stephanie. My, my what are you wearing? Is this what Martha usually gets you to wear for work in the evening?" Completely shocked and taken aback I stammered, "N..n..no, sir." "Well, is there a special occasion?" "No sir," and before he could ask another question, I continued. "On Thursday nights, sir, Mrs Smith and I usually have a 'girly night in' where she allows me to dress in something different while we sit and have a take out together." "How very kind of her, don't you think?! Well, I am afraid you will be spending your 'girly night in' with me tonight." He continued in response to the shocked look on my face. "Didn't Martha tell you she wasn't going to be here tonight? She has to work in London, and I have taken the day off tomorrow for a golf tournament." "No, sir," I responded slowly. "No, Mrs Smith said nothing. I am sorry. I shall just go and get changed," I said hopefully, "and then I will organise your supper." "Get changed! Oh don't bother with that after all the effort you have gone to, to make yourself look especially gorgeous. We wouldn't want it to go to waste, would we?" he said, smiling at me. "No sir," I responded, trying to repress a gulp. "And don't worry about fixing something for supper; I shall dial out for Chinese. Is that okay?" I nodded in response. "Good. Now, fix me a G&T and bring it into the lounge will you." Turning towards the kitchen, I could feel his eyes boring into my back and I was super conscious of every swish and sway of the dress and the clicks on my heels on the floor. What must he think of me! =#= Bringing his drink to the lounge, he thanked me and then instructed me to get one for myself and join him while we waited for our supper to arrive. As I had felt self-conscious the previous week sitting eating my dinner in my underwear so I didn't spoil my boss' dress, tonight I felt positively terrified. Here I was, done up to the nines alone with a man. I realised that I had been alone with a man before in Darren, but Mr Smith was far more intimidating. Whereas Darren was nervous and a little timid like me, Mr Smith was confident and bold. My nerves must have got to me as I drained my drink quickly. "Yes, that was a good G&T," he said, noticing my empty glass. Draining his he continued, "I think we would both like another wouldn't we?!" Not really having any choice, I carefully collected his glass from his outstretched hand before refilling both his and mine. On returning to the lounge I noticed he had taken his tie off and loosened his shirt. Passing him his drink I placed mine on the table and then sat down. As I did, one of my heels twisted slightly and I slumped into the chair, the hem of my dress billowing up and revealing the suspender clips and stocking tops underneath. "Perhaps someone had better take it easy with the gin," he said, raising and eyebrow and watching my every move. Soon enough the meal arrived and following his suggestion we moved into the dining room to eat it together. I collected cutlery and plates while he took the food in. When I arrived, he had opened the food packages and also a bottle of Chinese rice wine and was just pouring a couple of glasses. I lay his plate and cutlery at the head of the table and went to lay mine at the other end, after all, he was the boss and I was merely the house maid. "No, no, don't be silly, Stephanie. There is no need to stand on ceremony tonight. You must sit here, next to me," he motioned, "that way it will be much easier to share the food and wine." I couldn't fault his logic and lay my plate and cutlery down. Sitting down, carefully tucking the dress under my thighs, I waited for him to start. "Cheers," he said, reaching out his glass. Raising mine and muttering a nervous 'cheers' in response, I took a gulp of the wine. It was stronger than I expected and I sputtered a bit, causing Mr Smith to laugh. "Yes it is an acquired taste," he said. "Now please, let's start before it gets cold." Perhaps it was nervous tension or simply I hadn't eaten much during the day, but I suddenly felt very hungry and tucked in to the array of dishes he had ordered, with gusto. As I ate, and drank, he continued to watch me, and while he seemed happy and relaxed with the situation, I clearly wasn't, even if I was trying to be calm on the outside. He lead the conversation with me barely speaking, afraid of what I might say and making sure I was eating or drinking most of the time so most of my responses were nods and shakes of the head and the occasional brief comment. Eventually the conversation and the food came to an end and I realised how much I had eaten and what a pig I must have appeared. Smiling apologetically, I thanked him for dinner and made to stand up. Once again in the unfamiliar shoes I had a heel malfunction and I lost balance, slumping down unceremoniously in my chair again. "Oh dear, it looks like someone has had a bit too much to drink," he chortled. "No, no, sir, just new shoes that I am not used to," I squeaked, half telling the truth and half lying as suddenly I did feel a little tipsy. "Well, if you think you can manage, perhaps you should clear the table and bring us some coffee in the lounge." "Yes sir," I responded, standing up carefully glancing at the nearly empty bottle of wine. He had barely touched his glass. How much had I had to drink?! Clearing the table took a couple of journeys, and walking about and the smell of the coffee in the percolator brought me to my senses a little. I began to feel confident and comfortable again. Once the remains of dinner were disposed of, I took the coffee into the lounge. As I set the tray down, he was nowhere to be seen, but as I stood up and turned to go back to the kitchen to get the cream I had forgotten he walked in and I walked straight into him. I began to lose my balance but he caught me quickly, one hand on my arm and another on the back of my shoulder. "Well, well, you are unsteady tonight," he said, pulling me towards him. As he held me I noticed that he had changed into a pair of slacks and a polo shirt. "Perhaps I should pour the coffee out for us," he continued, leading me to the sofa. He poured us both a drink and then sat down on the sofa next to me. I tried to slide up the sofa a little, but there was nowhere to go. Sitting back in the sofa, he draped his arm across the back of the cushions and began stroking the nape of my neck. "So on your 'girly nights in', what do you and Martha get up to? Is it all ice cream and chick flicks?" he laughed condescendingly. I didn't want to admit to what actually happened so I tried a smile and simply nodded. "Well, perhaps we should see what is on tonight if you wish?" I simply shrugged my shoulders and he reached for the remote control. We sat for a while drinking coffee and watching something suitably bland on television. All the while he was stroking my hair and the back of my neck. I could feel his body heat as he sat close to me but thankfully that was all I could feel. After a while he seemed to get bored and he switched the television off. "Much as this is fun, my dear," he said, placing his hand on my thigh, filling me with dread, "There is a little work I have to do before I spend the day on the links tomorrow. Would you take the rest of the coffee and a whisky through to the study?" "Yes sir," I answered quickly, thankful that he seemed to have lost interest in me. Moments later I was placing a small silver tray on his desk with a cup of coffee and a glass of whisky on it, hoping that would be it for the night and I could escape to bed. As I went to stand up, I heard his voice. "No, no stay there, that's perfect." Placing my hands back down on the bench, I wondered what was perfect and realised that as I was bending down, the hem of the dress must be riding up and exposing my stocking tops. I heard him walk over towards me and then felt his hands on my waist. "Yes, yes, definitely. A beautiful housemaid, in the study, just like the old joke about the architect," he laughed as he held my waist firmly and stood closer to me so I could feel his thingy growing against my rear. I tried to stand up. "No," he said firmly, a hand on my back keeping me down, "no need to move." As he said this he pushed closer to me and nestled the outline of his thingy in the channel of my buttocks. Gyrating his hips slightly I heard him groan. "Hmm yes, perfect," he said, and as he did so I could feel one of his hands leave my waist and make it's way to my thigh, stroking my stocking tops and then slipping under the dress, up towards my panty clad rear. I squirmed, full of fear that he would discover my secret, but he just held me even more tightly. As he brought his hand up between my buttocks he made a pleased sound. "No longer the wrong time of the month for crumpet," he said with a laugh and I remembered the previous time I had been in the study with him. With that he flipped up the dress so it lay on my back and exposed my panty clad rear. "What beautiful panties you have on. What a pity they are in the way. Shall you take them off or shall I do it for you?" Ever fearful of discovery, I reached one of my hands around to start hooking my thumb in the waist band. Seeing that I was co-operating, he let go of me so I could stand up a little. Hooking my other thumb in the waist band I started to pull the panties down and then stopped. "What's stopping you?" he said with a note of anger in his voice. ?What about Mrs Smith?? I asked hopefully. ?What about Mrs Smith? She isn?t here, and I am not likely to tell her anything are you?? Before I could respond, he continued, ?now take those lovely panties off.? Following the command without thinking and seemingly with no other option, I slid the panties down below my knees and kicked them off. I made to turn around but he stopped me, reaching around me and grabbing my breasts. ?No need to turn around,? he said, as he slid his hands down my front to my waist and then hips and, with one hand on my back, he continued, ?now bend over.? Clearly while I had been removing my panties he had been removing his slacks. As I bent over, he flipped my dress up again and stepped in closer. This time I could feel the flesh of his member against my suspender framed rear. It was hard and ready. ?I?ve been waiting for this,? he said, and holding his manhood in his hand he guided it towards my hole. Instinctively I spread my legs further which allowed him easier access as I also leaned further forward. Where had I learned that? ?Good, good,? he said as I felt the tip of his member against my hole. ?Clearly you?re looking forward to this as much as I am,? he continued, completely misreading the lubrication I had put there earlier, and easing forward spreading my hole little by little. As he pushed further forward I only wished I had used more lubricant, but I was thankful for the ?practice? with Fran?oise. I still couldn?t help letting out a whimper of pain. ?My, my, you are a tight young thing, aren?t you! This should be fun,? and with that he grabbed my waist firmly and thrust forward, pushing the head of his member into my hole. I let out a scream of pain as he held his position, allowing me to get used to it. ?Apparently it always hurts first time,? he said, helpfully! ?Maybe next time will be easier for you,? he continued, easing his whole member into my waiting cavity until I could feel his groin against my rear. Holding his position for a while, he shifted his weight on his feet to get comfortable and I could feel his flesh connecting the two of us. Then he started easing in and out, thrusting back wards and forwards, holding my waist firmly and pulling me on to him. With every thrust he moaned in pleasure and I whimpered in pain. I held on to the edge of the desk firmly, bracing myself, not wishing to by pushed up against the hard wood. I kept my knees locked and my feet firmly planted, hoping not to collapse under the onslaught, and with every one of his forward thrusts, I could feel my breasts swinging. As he continued to fuck me I began to shed tears. Last week now this week I had been used as a sexual plaything by my boss and now her husband. How had it come to this?! I concentrated on trying to remain in position as the pace of his assault increased to fever pitch, in, out, in, out, constant thrusting until suddenly he moaned and I felt him explode inside of me. He continued thrusting forward as he pumped me full of his juices. All I could do was hold on so I didn?t collapse with him on top of me. Eventually his thrusting slowed and I could feel his member cease pulsing and slowly begin to shrink. In due course it became small enough to just slip out of my hole, followed by a trickle of his semen. I felt him let go of my waist and collapse into his chair. I couldn?t move for a while, but the trickle of semen down my leg soon brought me to my senses. I bent down and picked up the panties, slipping them back on under the dress hoping to stem the flow. Turning, I look at him, slouched on his chair with a smile on his face. ?Will that be all, sir? I asked. ?Mmm,? he responded, ?for now.? ?For now?! I didn?t want to see what was to come so leaving him sitting there, I simply said goodnight and left the room. Heading straight back to my room I carefully removed the dress which, thankfully, hadn?t suffered any damage, and hung it up again. Heading to the bathroom I removed the sodden panties and threw them in the laundry basket. I could still feel his juices inside of me and so, rather than allow them to seep out throughout the night; I inserted a tampon, hoping that would stem the flow. Placing the suspender belt and stockings in the basket as well, I removed the bra and stepped into the shower to clean myself up a bit. Once out of the shower, I wrapped a towel around myself, brushed my teeth and removed my makeup. Stepping into plain cotton panties, lined with a sanitary towel in case of leakage, and my blue satin pyjamas, I quickly turned off the light and jumped into bed, hoping that ?for now? was enough for this night. I lay awake for ages in fear of him coming in with the events of the evening filling my mind, but eventually I gave way to fitful sleep. =#= To be continued?