Maid to Order

We washed all our costumes, and took them back to the rental shop, at the mall.

Mr. Terry told mom, “You can go shopping, while I take care of this,” and I can’t believe that she trusted him, but she took my brothers, and sister with me, and left us alone.

I knew that he liked me, from the way he looked at me every year, but he got out a catalog. That was the excuse, I was outgrowing the uniform, so he had to get a new one for me to rent, next year. My little brother wanted to go watch Eternals anyways, and they had a movie theater too.

So, I knew we had hours, and hours, but mom, and my sister could shop all day, even without stopping to watch a movie. It turned out that my brothers went to watch it together, while they shopped around for holiday deals.

“Let’s see here, maids.” He turned it around, and I got up on tippy toes to point out the sexiest one. “If you don’t mind me asking, why is it always the maid?”

“I saw it in a movie, his wife didn’t want to clean up after a dinner party, so she hired a maid to do it.” I looked over at the Closed sign on the unlocked door. “Then, she went shopping, so he could cheat on her.” I nodded.

“An X rated movie?” He guessed, and went over to the end of the counter.

“No, just TV MA on cable, but I’ve seen lots of porn. I’m not a little girl any more, you know.” He pulled the sign down, and checked his watch. Then, he leaned over to lock the door, and hang another sign up. It had a clock, and [Be Back At] written over it, but he hung it up backwards before I could figure out how much time he had.

To molest me. “Huh, you know what? I’ve never actually seen you wearing it.” He picked it up off the counter, and pulled the cleaner bag off the hanger. “You come back year after year to rent it, but. I can’t help thinking that this is my last time to see it on you.” He handed it over, but I already kicked my shoes off. “I don’t have a changing room,” he flipped the board up so I didn’t have to duck under it, to get behind the counter. “So, why don’t you step into my office?”

I nodded, “I liked that movie so much better, because it’s not just sex sex sex.” I had to take my shoes off to pull down my tights. “Pornos skip right past everything to get to the sex, but I like to see the foreplay, too.” I reached out, and shut the door. He knocked, but I held the handle, so he couldn’t turn it. “WAIT!” I called out, “You know that good things cum to those who wait.”

She had underwear on, so when she bent over to pick up wine glasses, and wipe up spills with a rag. They could cut back to him, and show the look on his face. Watching her work, but when they cut back. You could see the outline of her privates in the tight white satin between her legs, and so could he.

It didn’t take long to pull off the outside dress, and put on the costume, in the dark. I pulled out the apron, like a lacy white half doily with straps to tie on around my waist. Of course, I got taller, and taller every year. So, it got naughtier and haughtier for me to wear out trick or treating, and my mom made me put on tights. Well, at least they kept my legs warm.

Instead of the long stockings, with lines up the back, and the black garter belt to hold them up. She put her legs up on the coffee table to unclip them, and roll them down her legs one by one. Slowly, sensually, so you could just imagine his hand running up his leg until he came over to sit next to him. Too bad I don’t have big boobs to squeeze together with my arms like she did, but I took off my training bra before I put it on.

Felt the door, and found the knob in the dark. I opened it, and turned around. Looking over my shoulder, “Can you button me up?” His hand shook, reaching for me, and I closed my eyes to feel his touch. His fingers touched my back, and brushed down to the rolled up edge of stretch lace around my waist. He pulled it up, and stretched it flat, before he buttoned the bottom button, and worked his way up.

“Well, I haven’t seen the movie, so you’re going to have to tell me what you want.”

“Look at this place,” in the light shining in the door, it looked fairly tidy. “You better go sit on the couch.” I turned on the light, and went out to grab a feather duster out of the case. “Don’t touch it, you can just watch.” Genuine ostrich feather, so it wasn’t for rent. It was for sale, but mom wouldn’t never spend the money to get me it. “Dusty,” I ran it along the desk, but I didn’t care if it was dusty or not.

It was incredibly clean, but of course. Dusting was just part of the game, for me. I’d been teasing him for years, but finally I had a chance to really give it to him.

Eventually, but as I ran the feathers down the corners, to tickle the legs. I could feel his eyes on the seat of my white satin panties. “Huh, you should really have a maid over, more often.”

I stood up, and turned around. He was grinning, “Yeah, you should probably come over every week from now on.”

“Look how dusty it’s gotten.” In the case, I even got some to puff up around his mask. He didn’t sneeze like the rich man in the movie, but I brushed more off on his collar. “It just makes it harder for me.” The front of his pants. “Huh!” I just took it back out to the counter, and dropped it in the case.

“You really like teasing.”

“Yeah, I tried it with other boys.” Stupid, he’s not a boy, he’s a man. “Well, just boys around the neighborhood. You know, trick or treating, playing naughty maid…”

“Like your brother’s age?”

“Huh?” His eyes smiled, and I blushed so hard, I had to look away. I shook my head. “Like I said, it wasn’t the same.” Okay, he let me practice on him, but I told him I was looking for a boyfriend, and he ran off to his room.

“Too puny?”

“No, it’s their eyes.” I looked back, and he looked up. Right in my eyes, they stopped smiling, and he nodded. “I love the way your eyes feel on my body, but I’m only 10, and I can’t wait another 8 years to feel a man’s hands on my body.” I stopped them before he got to my hips, and pushed them. “Especially on my legs. My legs are especially sensitive.”

Too bad, I can’t get those black stockings with the lines, and a garter belt to hold them up. Probably the best part of the look, but I don’t even have the waist to hold the garter belt up. I closed my eyes, once his thumbs started rubbing between his knees, but he didn’t tickle. He slowly felt his way up, rubbing with his thumbs the whole way, and I shivered.

“Uh!” I turned around, and he felt up under the short frilly dress to my bottom. He squeezed them, and slipped his thumbs down to press the satin crotch into my warm lips, and mash them flat. “Hhuh!” I stepped back to his desk, and I heard the pleather behind me so, I turned to look back. “No, don’t get up.” I bent over to slip them down, and stood up after just a peek between my legs, and the stretch lace of the waistband.

“You’re one hell of a tease, but my balls are starting to ache.”

“Huh yeah.” I scissored my knees so they slipped down. “I know, it’s hard for you, but soon. I promise.”
I picked up my bare foot, to slip it off my toes, and turned around to carry them over to him. “Hold your breath.”

“Hup!” I pulled his mask down, and off his ears. Then, I stretched the lacy trim over his widows peak, so the damp crotch was literally right under his nose. “You can breathe now.”

“SNH!” It sucked in over his mouth, and he closed his eyes with a sigh. “Huh!”

I hadn’t seen his dirty grin for 2 years. Of course, he had to wear a mask, social distance, and we had Halloween parties at home, instead of going out. Trick or treating, but I had new tricks to play, and treats to give him.

“Huh, it’s throbbing hard in your pants.” He blinked, nodding, and panting excitedly. “Don’t blow it, I know you want to cum so hard, but don’t blow it in your pants.”

‘i won’t,’ he whispered, ‘i promise.’

“Oh!” I teased myself so much, as soon as it sprang out, I practically jumped on his lap, and his hands held my ass cheeks through the ruffles while I humped him. The vinyl made that farty noise I don’t really like, but he scooted out, so it could lay flat, and his pubes tickled between my legs, until the hood slipped up on my clit, and I hunched.

“Nhn! Nhm!” I bit my lip, but the breath wouldn’t even go in, it just fluttered like a butterfly trapped in my ribs, and my heart beat out of control, but I got my knees up to clamp on his hips, and threw my head back to take a deep breath and moan “OAH!”

“Huh!” His thumbs gripped my hips, and pulled me, pushed me back and forth, sawing his hot hard sausage through my sex, and the orgasm ripped through my body with a squeal of pleasure.

“Huh!” he pulled me, “Stop!”

“Huh, what?” I shook my head, but I could barely breathe with my tummy so tight it was starting to cramp.

“I don’t want to blow it.” He picked me up, and held me by the buttocks on his face. “HULULULULUH!”

“Oh uh, nh!” I squirmed, and giggled when his tongue tickled up and down through the satin, and he dug his nose into the sensitive bump. “Nh, no, oh, oga agah ahn nah!” I just squirmed around on his legs, as my second climax sent as seizure of extacy through my whole body, but he just held me, once I fell off his face, until I could feel his hands on my legs.

Just gently holding my legs apart, and rubbing his thumbs up and down between them. “Huh, thanks, huh,” I gasped, and panted. “Whew! I’ve never cummed like that before. I barely finished the first. Huh!” I realized, “You’ve done this before.”

“Played naughty maid?” He shook his head. “Honestly, surprisingly, I can’t say that I have.”

“Oh, well I guess you’re a quick learner.” I ment molesting other girls before me. I’m guessing a lot of little girls, if he could play me like a fiddle so well, but now I didn’t want to know. I guess I wanted to cling to the fantasy that I was his first, but realistically. The way he looked at me, I should have known that I wasn’t the first he touched.

“Well, now my nuts are about to explode, so whatever you had me saving it for, you better make it quick.”

After that, I just got down on the floor, and the cold hard tiles hurt my knees, but I felt sorry for him. After I teased him so bad, and he pleasured me so well, I just popped him in my mouth, and fongled his balls until they tightened up, and I had to hold just the head in my lips to make room for the wet thick wads splashing on my tongue until he went soft, and slipped out.

“Smup!” I held the skirt out, and sat back. Holding my head up until I could get my mouth open, and stick my tongue out, then bent over to let it drool, and puddle in my lap. I smacked my lips, and licked them. “Huh, we you’re going to have to wash it now, so I guess that’s an extra charge.”

He laughed, pulling up his pants, and zipping the fly. “No, I’m never going to wash that off, I’m retiring it, so I can remember you.”

“Until next year?” I reached out. “Help me up.”

“Yeah, we better go ahead, and order you that outfit, for next year.”

“Let me give you my number, so you can call me when it cums in.” I turned around so he could unbutton the dress, and held my head over my other shoulder. He slipped it down, and kissed my neck. Then down my back. He even kissed my butt, cheek to cheek, but he din’t dive right in to tongue my crack.

“You like to eat ass?” I shook it in his face, but he pushed me off.

“Not really.”

“Huh, well if you do, I’ll let you fuck me, in the ass.”

“Huh, well you better get dressed, and go find your mom, before she starts to worry about you.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right.” He took my panties off, but I told him to “Keep them.” He stuffed them in his pocket, and got out another mask. So, I lay out my regular dress, and tights on his desk. He opened up the shop, so I had to close the door, and turn out the light.

Well, I didn’t have to turn out the light, but I liked getting dressed in the dark. I even closed my eyes, and breathed in through my nose, to smell the stink of our sex.

Well, maybe next time, I’ll let him have my virginity then. If he’s going to eat me out like that. Next time, we’ll do it without the masks…

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