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Maid to Order - Chapter Six
By
Michele Nylons
Michele and Bill talked late in the night stopping whenever their lust
for each other overtook their need to converse. Arrangements were made,
compromises reached and finally a mutually beneficial arrangement was
entered into.
"Ok Bill let's call it a night and tomorrow we give our plan a try,"
Michele said yawning as she stood.
Her maid's uniform was quite dishevelled, her makeup smooched and her
stockings laddered from their repeated lovemaking but Bill still found
Michele arousing; even more so to some extent because of her unkempt
'just-fucked' look.
"Ok Michele. And thanks for giving me this chance after being such an
arsehole," Bill said, pushing back his chair.
"Well mutual blackmail is a strange way to start a relationship but we'll
see how it goes. Consider yourself on probation," Michele said quite
coldly.
Bill winced and walked towards the front door, head down.
"Where are you going?" Michele said and Bill turned.
Michele flicked her skirts lifting the white taffeta ruffles to expose
her full globes encased in black satin full-cut knickers with a white
lace trim and creamy white thighs framed by the gauzy black welts of her
laddered silk stockings.
Bill raised his eyebrows.
"Aren't you staying the night?" Michele smiled invitingly.
Bill couldn't remember the last time he had fucked a woman five times in
one day, although technically it was now the early hours of the second
day they had been together, but his cock told him that it was definitely
going to happen again now. He grinned and followed Michele into her
bedroom.
The deal they had struck was this. Bill would move in with Michele on a
trial basis. The only way to make this work Michele had decided is that
Michael Nyland would disappear in the house they cohabited, only Michele
would exist. It would be too creepy being 'Mick' around Bill and then
emerging from the bedroom later in the day as Michele and probably having
sex (they hadn't come to an actual arrangement about sex - they left it
to pan out).
Since Mick's wife had left him, he had pretty much become a recluse so
there were no nosy neighbours to worry about and as his family never
visited it was highly unlikely uninvited guests would find out about the
strange arrangement.
Bill would still work his job and attend his social engagements, such as
they were, really just going down the pub and playing darts tournaments
with his team. Michele would for all intents and purposes be his
surrogate wife. But first Bill had to deal with Marie.
"Ok Marie, I understand that our relationship is over. I admit that you
have given me chances in the past and that I have proven to be unfaithful
and that finally you have had enough," Bill said.
They sat in a coffee shop, neutral ground, as they discussed the
dissolvent on their marriage. Marie looked refreshed and to some extent
Bill was a little regretful that he was leaving her. But as soon as he
thought of what might be possible with Michele he realised that was where
his destiny lay; at least for the near future.
Michele and Bill had thought long and hard about this meeting and what
would be said. Michele did not want any suspicion about her
crossdressing peccadilloes to permeate within the family so Bill's
explanation had been well rehearsed.
"I know that you are over me and we both know that Cynthia is over Mick
so we have come to a mutual beneficial arrangement. Mick can use the
extra income and I need somewhere to stay so I'm going to lodge with
him," Bill explained.
"What; the Nancy boy?" Marie said.
"Well that might be; but as long as I have my own room and he doesn't do
any of that poofy stuff around me I'm ok with it. At least I'm sort of
staying within the family and it's safe and cheap. You've taken my
savings from the mutual account and I won't contest that so long as you
leave my wages alone." Bill gazed at Marie looking forlorn.
"Fuck Bill, with your savings, the house, my car and my own wages I can
live comfortably without you. Maybe I'll find a nice young man looking
for a cougar to fuck me when I need it, I think that's what they call
them 'cougars'. At least he won't stink of beer and fags and he will be
able to stay hard long enough to get me off. Fuck off! Do what you
want; I couldn't give a fuck! Get the rest of your stuff out of the
house tomorrow and leave your keys on the hall table; I've already
arranged to have the locks changed anyway," Marie hissed.
"Fuck off and stay with your Nancy-boy son-in-law and good luck!" She
snatched up her purse and stormed out of the coffee shop.
When Bill told Michele about the encounter, she sitting in his lap as he
stroked her through her panties and she squeezing him through his
trousers, they both laughed. Their plan was coming together nicely.
And so it progressed for the next few weeks, which soon became months.
Mick changed his business practises, controlling his business by phone
and by email. He occasionally and begrudgingly had to take face to face
meetings in drab but he had appointed his trusted second in command to
look after the business whenever a human presence was required. Mick had
for all intents and purposes become the invisible CEO of his small but
lucrative security firm and was able to deal with almost all of the
managerial issues from home.
When Bill came home from work he initially found Michele dressed in the
maid's uniform but more often lately he found her dressed in business
attire, a reflection of her managerial position. She even discussed
with Bill the prospect of 'coming out' but they both agreed that this
required significant consideration and consultation given the line of
work her company was in.
Their sex life was vibrant and varied, but on most nights Bill slept in
the spare room. They still hadn't reached the stage of being 'a couple'.
It was eight months into their arrangement when Bill finally quizzed
Michele about her shopping spree in Hull and the assistant who had been
so sympathetic and assisted her with her purchases. Michele told him all
about it and Bill of course knew some of the story because he had spied
on her while she shopped.
But when Michele described Ms Karen Grayson, the department head of
'Ladies Apparel', and the incident where she gently squeezed Michele's
semi-erect penis through her dress and winked at her in her ladies change
room, Bill became very aroused.
"So do you think if we went back there and confronted Ms Grayson she
might be up for some fun; a threesome perhaps?" Bill mused one night
after they had just made love.
Michele grinned.
"I wondered when this was going to happen," Michele smirked as she slowly
stroked Bill's deflating penis.
"What?" Bill said innocently.
"I was wondering when you might propose a threesome," she smiled.
"Now that could be interesting," she smiled and kissed him passionately.
Michele was prepared for just this event, and anyway she was half of a
mind to go to the department store in the big shopping centre and meet up
with Ms Karen Grayson and see if Karen remembered their previous
encounter. She also wanted Karen to be impressed when Michele showed up
wearing one of the dresses she had bought from the store.
They decided to drive to Kingston On Hull and stay for the weekend; it
was far enough away from where they lived so that Michele could 'come
out' with little risk of being clocked as Mick.
They left early Saturday morning; Michele dressed in the black leather
skirt and white nylon blouse that she had bought at the department store,
underneath she wore white satin lingerie, flesh-toned tights and black
heels. Michele had grown her hair long and it was now nicely styled in a
brunette bob, no need for a wig. Her makeup was perfect. They stopped
for coffee on the way and she was very aware of the appreciative glances
she received at the cafe, especially from the truck drivers and
labourers.
"You're loving this aren't you?" Bill squeezed her knee under the table.
"Oh my god Bill its so exhilarating being out dressed. I'm sure some of
the people suspect I'm trans but no one is giving me any grief," Michele
smiled.
Bill patted her cheek.
"Why would they darling; you are beautiful," Bill smiled back.
Bill was a different person since he moved in with Michele. He'd lost a
stone and a half and was dressing better. Today he wore a blue chambray
shirt, tailored tan slacks, loafers and his hair had been professionally
coiffured. He looked ten years younger.
They arrived at the Kingston on Hull Holiday Inn Express hotel and
checked in, the concierge gave Michele an appreciative glance that was
not lost on Bill and he pulled her close and kissed her; the first time
he had showed public intimacy and Michele was thrilled.
Once they were in their room Bill's first instinct was to throw Michele
on the bed and dive on top of her. Michele giggled and let him kiss and
fondle her but she put a stop to it when his hand went under her skirt.
"Eyes on the prize dear. If we go any further with this, we won't be
meeting Ms Grayson will we?" Michele eased herself from under Bill.
"Now leave me alone while I get changed," Michele grinned.
Bill, a little disappointed, went over to his bag and pulled out a six
pack of beer, opening one and putting the rest in the mini-bar fridge
along with a couple of bottles of champagne.
"Don't sulk Bill, you know this will be worth it if Ms Grayson is working
and is amenable to our proposal. And if not we can come back here and
fuck all night anyway," Michele's smile was reflected in the mirror as
she fixed her makeup.
She shucked out of her skirt and blouse and slid into the red cotton-
lycra blend, long-sleeve dress with the V-neck and tight bodice that Ms
Grayson had helped her try on in the fitting room. She got Bill to zip
it at the back and had to playfully slap his hand away when he got
carried away smoothing it down her body; he couldn't resist sliding his
hand under the hem.
"If you ladder these tights I'll fucking kill you!" Michele admonished.
She brushed her hair, sprayed perfume, and slid her feet into a pair of
red high-heels. She pirouetted in front of Bill.
"Too much for the St Stephen's shopping centre?" Michele asked.
"No babe. Not for a Saturday afternoon anyway," Bill tipped his can at
her and polished it off.
Because the hotel was part of the building housing St Stephen's shopping
centre they were able to get the lift down to reception and enter the
shopping centre through the second story car park. Most of the people in
the shopping complex were your typical locals dressed in dowdy
tracksuits, football jerseys, hoodies and trainers but some of the more
sophisticated women had made an effort and were dressed nicely.
Michele's attire blended in and once she realised that the odd stare she
received was of appreciation, her confidence grew. She had been
practicing hard and now spoke with a naturally smoky feminine voice (her
Bonnie Tyler voice she called it) and she spoke with self-assurance
whilst conversing with Bill.
The test came when they arrived at T. K. Maxx, and that was when Michele
became nervous and insisted that Bill take her outside for a ciggie.
They smoked a cigarette and Bill gave her a slug of whisky from the flask
he had hid in the inside pocket of the navy-blue sports coat that he had
thrown on to go with his blue chambray shirt, tailored tan slacks.
Michele clung to his arm and they approached T. K. Maxx for the second
time, she was now more excited than nervous. She checked her watch. It
was four-thirty; the store would close in half an hour.
They strode into the store and went straight to women's apparel. Michele
spotted Karen Grayson almost immediately; she was carefully smoothing out
blouses that careless shoppers had left scattered around the women's
fashion department and returning them to their racks. Ms Grayson's blue
rinse and bouffant hairstyle was gone. She had dyed her hair black with
cerise highlights and was wearing it in a stylish bob; it suited her and
made look younger and more attractive. But she was still easily
identifiable; she wore a navy-blue skirt and jacket and white blouse, the
hem of her skirt rode mid-thigh displaying a shapely pair of legs clad in
tan hosiery and shod in black kitten-heels. Michele guessed she was in
her mid-fifties, she wore heavy makeup and although she was large framed,
and she was voluptuous rather than fat.
"Ok girl, go get her," Bill whispered in Michele's ear, patting her bum
to send her on her way.
Bill pretended to be the disinterested husband while Michele browsed the
racks, both their hearts beating heavily. Michele realised that their
fantasy of enticing the divine Ms Grayson into a threesome was far from
reality. They were in a well-lit department store in the late afternoon
and although the rush hour had waned, there were still a few customers
around.
Michele set her resolve and selected a business suit, navy blue skirt and
matching jacket, and made her way over to Karen Grayson who looked up
from what she was doing and beamed Michele her best 'can I help you'
smile. Her eyes were smoky with heavy dark eyeliner, mascara and mauve
eyeshadow; her full lips glossy with plum-red lipstick and Michele's
heart skipped a beat.
"I was wondering if you could help me find a blouse to go with this
suit?" Michele asked.
Karen took a second to appraise Michele and her smile widened.
"Of course madam, may I suggest one of these cream satin blouses. A
twelve is it?"
"Yes I think a twelve will fit but you're never sure until you try them
on are you?" Michele replied.
"Well come this way and let's find out," Karen gestured towards the
fitting rooms and Michele's heart beat faster.
They entered the unisex fitting rooms, the cubicles had floor to ceiling
partitions and doors just as Michele remembered. This time there was no
one at the counter due to the late hour. Ms Grayson directed Michele to
a cubicle at the far end.
"There you are," she opened the door with a smile and made to leave.
"No!" Michele blurted out.
Ms Grayson looked at her quizzically.
"Sorry, I was hoping you would help me try them on. Sometimes it's a bit
difficult getting things right and Bill out there is hopeless," Michele
smiled apologetically.
"I know what you mean dear; mine's been gone for five years now but he
was never any help in these matters," Karen smiled.
"Gone?" Michele raised her brows.
"Oh no dear! I mean divorced not the other gone," Karen placed a
comforting hand on Michele's shoulder and Michele inhaled her perfume.
Michele was becoming aroused being so close to Karen and she was glad she
was securely gaffed.
They squeezed into the cubicle and Michele hung up her handbag, the suit
and blouse and turned her back to Karen so she could unzip her dress.
Karen unzipped the dress and helped Michele take her arms out of the
sleeves and ease it down her torso. She spotted the label.
"Oh it's one of ours! I thought I recognised it," Karen quipped.
"Yes I bought it here about eight months ago. In fact you helped me try
it on."
"Really, I don't remember you?" Karen looked confused as Michele turned
to face her, the dress bunched at her waist.
"Well I looked a bit different back then," Michele reached around Karen
and unhooked her handbag.
Karen seemed a little unsettled at how close they were in the confines of
the cubicle when Michele did this. Michele rummaged in the bag, found
her purse and withdrew her driver's licence. She held up the licence
with the picture of Michael Nyland. Karen looked confused and then a
look of shock followed by delight bloomed on her face.
"Well fuck me! I never would have guessed! Oh sorry I swore," Karen
blushed.
Michele beamed.
"You look absolutely gorgeous dear! So different from the nervous bloke
trying on women's clothing for what I'm guessing was the first time in a
store," Karen grinned.
"Do I really?" Michele said coyly.
"Of piss-off; you know you do!" Karen was still smiling.
"I remember something else," Michele whispered.
Karen looked confused again.
"You said that once I put on my brassiere and filled the cups, and gaff
this naughty fellow, the dress would fit perfectly," Michele whispered
hoarsely.
She nervously took Karen Grayson's hands and put one on her breast and
other between her legs.
"Ahem," Karen cleared her throat.
Michele was scared that this would be when Ms Grayson was going to become
enraged and call for the store security officer.
Karen looked very terse.
Then she squeezed Michele's breast through her white satin brassiere; of
course Michele couldn't feel it exactly but the hand on her breastform
was comforting.
"Very life-like," Karen whispered.
Then she squeezed Michele through her panties and gaff. This Michele
could feel.
"And even though he's gaffed; this fellow is still naughty," she
whispered, her voice husky.
Michele groaned.
Karen rubbed Michele's semi-erect penis through her silky satin panties
and it sprang to full turgidity and strained against the gaff.
Michele drew Karen into her embrace and crushed her lips against hers.
Karen slid her tongue into Michele's mouth and pressed her body against
her. Michele slid her hand under Karen's skirt and found her mound hot
and clammy through her tights and knickers. She pushed a finger into
Karen's cleft and rubbed the gossamer knicker fabric into her soft folds
and felt Karen's warm juices moisten her knickers.
Michele was leaking too and Karen felt Michele's panties dampen. Their
kisses became frantic as they desperately groped and fondled each other.
Michele was able to pull down Karen's tights so that her fingers could
slide inside the silk knickers and slip into the warm wet folds of her
labia.
"Oh my god!" Karen gasped through crushed lips.
Karen tried to pull down Michele's tights but she wearing her tights
under her panties and they became entangled. Karen became impatient and
pulled them back up, slid her hand inside Michele's panties and tore out
the crotch of Michele's tights with her long fingernails. She found the
gaff, a panty-liner held in place with cosmetic tape, and tore it free
and grasped Michele's hot, throbbing member and squeezed it.
"Jesus!" Michele screamed into Karen's mouth.
"Shhh!" Karen hissed into Michele's panting mouth.
Michele found Karen's clitoris nestled in the hot wet folds of her cunt
and began to stroke it gently with her middle finger as Karen began to
slowly stroke Michele's turgid penis. They pressed against each other,
kissing, groping, stroking and fondling. Michele pushed harder against
Karen's clitoris at her urging, Karen was rubbing her crotch back and
forth on Michele's hand, pushing hard. Michele thrust back and forth in
time with Karen's strokes.
Their lips were crushed together, their tongues exploring each other's
mouths; their bodies crushed together, rubbing and gyrating.
They came together.
Karen shuddered and moaned as she flooded her knickers; her juices
soaking Michele's hand as Michele thrummed Karen's clitty. Michele
screamed into Karen's mouth as hot semen exploded from her quivering
penis; her scalding issue sprayed over Karen's wrists, the inside of her
dress and some dribbled down onto her panties.
They kissed, moaned, groaned, tugged and hugged each other, oblivious to
their surroundings.
Michele and Karen tenderly kissed and caressed each other, stroking and
canoodling as they came down from their orgasms. After what seemed like
a languid eternity they were both spent and held each other gently and
kissed each other softly.
"Well my! I've never done that before!" Karen giggled.
"Well I certainly appreciate your assistance Ms Grayson," Michele smiled
mischievously, pulling up her ripped tights and wet panties.
"And yours Ms err?" Karen was pulling up her own knickers and tights.
"Nylons. Michele Nylons," she responded rummaging in her purse for
tissues.
"Appropriate I suppose," Karen quipped, taking the proffered ball of
tissues and doing her best to wipe her crotch.
Michele had more mess to clean up than Karen. Her spunk had not only
soaked her tights and panties, there were specks on her dress, which she
dabbed at with the tissues. They helped each other adjust their
clothing, Michele had difficulty gaffing herself but eventually was able
to tuck her penis under her and put the Tampax panty-liner back in place,
pulling her panties tight to hold it there.
They inspected each other, pulling and straightening hems and tights.
Michele's dress had a few spots on the front that were quickly drying but
would need attention so as not to stain; Karen looked as prim and proper
as she had when they had entered the cubicle. They both reapplied
makeup.
"So what now?" Karen asked, her eyebrows raised.
"Well. Err. Oh this is difficult," Michele looked a little embarrassed.
"Cough it up girl," Karen.
"Fuck it! I'll just say it. Would you like a threesome?" Michele asked.
Karen looked incredulous.
"Oh my god! You basically trap me in this cubicle, force yourself on me,
and then ask for a menage au trois!" she gasped.
"Well, I'm sorry, I err, oh fuck!" Michele stammered.
Karen burst into laughter.
"You mean with you and that handsome hunk you walked in here with?"
"You bet honey! I haven't had a good shag in ages and I would really
like to get to know this little girl a lot better," Karen smiled and
reached under Michele's dress to pat her deflated penis.
Michele beamed. She opened her purse and scribbled on a piece of paper.
"My number and hotel room. We're staying here," she held out the paper
and Karen took it.
"Tonight at eight?" Michele asked.
Karen pulled Michele into her arms and kissed her; then she opened the
door and patted Michele on her bottom.
"Ok, you go first honey; I'll make like I'm cleaning up in here and leave
after you," Karen said.
"I'll be there at eight sharp and call you before I come up to your
room," she winked and pushed Michele out of the cubicle.
Michele blew Karen a kiss, turned on her heels and walked out of the
fitting rooms like she was walking on air.
Bill was waiting anxiously outside and when he saw Michele's beaming
smile he grinned. Michele sidled up to him and put her arm though his
and rested her head on his shoulder.
"We're on," she blew in his ear.
Later that night in the hotel room, Karen Grayson looked magnificent
sitting on the bed. She was wearing a red satin bustier, black fully-
fashioned stockings, red satin panties, and black high-heels with heavy
makeup. Her new hairstyle framed her pretty face nicely and she had
accessorised with silver jewellery.
"I've never done anything like this before," she said nervously sipping
champagne.
"But then again I've never wanked off a tranny in the fitting rooms
either," she laughed nervously.
Karen had arrived at exactly eight o'clock and after being introduced to
Bill she had gone directly to the ensuite and came out thirty minutes
later looking sublimely sexy.
Michele was dressed for the occasion too. She wore matching black satin
panties, suspender belt and bra, flesh-toned sheer stockings, red high
heels, lashings of makeup and perfume, and had also accessorised with
silver.
Bill was naked except for a shave coat; his erection proudly protruding.
He had freshly showered and shaved and applied after-shave and deodorant.
"It's our first threesome too," Michele smiled.
She wasn't gaffed and her excitement was evident by the tenting of her
panties and the slowly expanding wet patch.
"So are you two a couple? Do you live together?" Karen asked.
Michele sat down beside Karen and took a gulp of her own champagne and
explained her and Bill's current situation, omitting the blackmail and
the unpleasantness of their first sexual encounter. She also did not
disclose that Bill was technically her father in law; although divorce
for both of them was pending.
"Fuck! How amazing!" Karen observed.
"Well its convenient," Michele smirked.
"Ok, bugger all this talking; I'm so horny and I want to fuck you both,"
Bill chimed in.
"Men! So impatient!" Michele quipped and she and Karen laughed together.
Michele took Karen's glass and placed it on the nightstand and began to
kiss Karen passionately. Karen was slow to respond; she was nervous with
Bill in the room but she soon shed her misgivings and began to respond.
Michele kissed Karen's neck and her tongue slowly traced its way down to
Karen's breasts. Michele freed Karen's firm white orbs and sucked and
nibbled her nipples.
"Oh god that is so good," Karen gasped.
Bill had climbed onto the bed behind Michele and Karen and turned Karen's
face to his and kissed her while Michele continued to caress Karen's
nipples with her tongue. Between them they placed Karen on her back on
the bed, her head resting on the pillows. Michele moved down Karen's
body and eased her panties aside and began to explore the dewy folds of
her labia while Bill kept kissing her.
Karen was moaning with delight. Bill knelt on the bed beside Karen's
head and offered her his cock and she turned her head on the pillows and
swallowed the offering. She sucked on Bill's engorged phallus while
Michele's tongue lapped at her clitoris.
Michele's cock distended her panties and she freed it from its silken
trap and rubbed it on Karen's gossamer-clad leg as she sucked and
slathered at Karen's sodden minge. Michele worked her way back up
Karen's body and she heard a sigh of disappointment when Michele ceased
to lap her clitty. This was soon followed by a gasp of rapture as
Michele slid her erect penis deep inside Karen's sodden cunt.
Michele fucked Karen in the missionary position and Karen raised her legs
to better accommodate Michele and to rub her stockinged calves against
Michele's flanks. Michele fucked Karen harder whilst Karen suckled
Bill's throbbing cock.
Michele felt her orgasm approaching and began to fuck Karen with hard,
quick strokes, ensuring the shaft of her penis stimulated Karen's
clitoris. Karen raked her heels along Michele's back, pulling Michele
against her body. She gasped around the hard cock invading her mouth,
which she sucked and slavered gleefully.
They all came together. Michele exploded deep inside Karen's hot, slick
cunt; her semen flooding Karen's quivering vagina as Bill emptied himself
into Karen's mouth, forcing her to swallow the musky offering. Karen was
quivering with pleasure as her own orgasm erupted; she wrapped her arms
and legs around Michele, grinding her body against the sexy transvestite.
The three of them gasped, groaned and writhed with pleasure until they
were all spent.
Fifteen minutes later they were once again lying on the bed sipping
champagne. Bill was idly stroking and tweaking Karen's erect nipples
while Michele lazily ran her fingernails along Bill's slowly thickening
erection. Karen was stroking Michele's semi-erect penis through her
gauzy panties.
"My god; are you two getting hard again?" Karen smiled.
"Sure babe; you've heard of Viagra right?" Michele lowered her face to
Karen's and tenderly kissed her.
Bill put down his champagne glass.
"I'm fucking Karen this time Michele!" he proclaimed.
"Yes dear you are; and she's sucking my cock," Michele took Karen's glass
and put it aside.
"Who says I'm doing any of that?" Karen teased, then she opened her legs
for Bill and her mouth for Michele.
The End.
Charlize
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