Bitch Maker Ch. 02
Keywords: 02, Maker, Ch., Bitch,
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I woke up feeling pretty good. A new place and an unexpected blowjob had fallen into my lap last night. As such I regarded the maid outfit laid out on my dresser in good humor. Sam was a very silly woman after all.
Yawning and stretching I stepped into the hall, hearing movement in the kitchen. I stepped around the corner of the hall and the smell of cooking pancakes greeted me.
"Good Morning." Sammie said.
"Hey Sam." Wow, I thought. Does this mean were dating? I had no objection to that, nor to pancakes, so I seated myself at the table.
She smiled and picked up a glass of orange juice, placing it in front of me.
"No thanks, I'm not into orange juice."
She looked at me like she might pop a vein so I relented and began drinking the juice. She smiled again, pleased. Some chicks are weird.
Shortly, she finished the pancakes and sat them before me. I dug in, noticing she had none of her own.
"You don't want pancakes?" I asked.
"Naw, I prefer waffles, pancakes are for soft little girls like you."
This comment made me rather uneasy, and I ate in silence. As I finished she stood up and said, "Why aren't you dressed?"
"Huh?" I didn't get it immediately.
"As my maid I expect you to perform your functions in the proper attire."
"Um, okay." I said. If she wanted to humiliate me a little who cares. At the end of the night it would be her servicing me. I smiled with the memory of the previous night. She took my smile to mean surrender and left happily for work.
I thought about cleaning but as I walked the house I noticed how everything seemed spotless. Bored, I went to the room she'd given me and turned on the tube. 60 channels and nothing to watch, well nothing until I found the Little Mermaid, an awesome movie.
I watched, but I was still bored. I glanced at the maid outfit, curious, I walked to it and picked it up. It was very soft and skimpy. No "proper" maid would wear this, it was one of those outfits for bored husbands to spice up their wives with.
Inside I found silk panties. I rubbed them in my hands and loved the feel. I couldn't resist. Closing my eyes I rubbed them over my face, parting my lips I let them glide across. Without thinking I poked out my tongue, pushing the panties into my mouth some.
My cock strained against my pants. Reaching down I lowered my zipper and pulled it out. I was already leaking precum, which I smeared around the head and began to jerk off.
DING DING
The bleeding doorbell.
I dropped the panties and tucked myself back in quickly, heading to the door. It was probably UPS or something equally bothersome. Once they were gone I could pick up were I left off.
I got quite a surprise. Standing at the door was a sweet little vixen, dressed like a slut in a miniskirt that would shame the wearer of the maid outfit, a belly shirt showing her cute little belly button piercing, with tits practically hanging out the top, and her makeup seemed designed to draw all attention to her lips, painted a bright red.
"Um, is Sammie here?" She asked.
"Ah, no, she's at work." I replied.
"Oh, well, can I come in?" Considering my still throbbing cock I could hardly tell a babe dressed like that to buzz off.
So she came on in and began walking around the house inspecting every corner.
"My my," She muttered to herself, "So dirty." She set immediately about cleaning the house, getting up things I hadn't noticed. I followed her around like a puppy, my eyes glued to her ass.
She could hardly not notice my gaze and giggled at me. I smiled, there was nothing I cold do but look, every step she took gave me a brief glimpse of her panties. They were pink with little hearts. LITTLE RED HEARTS! I was so hot I wanted to go to my room and finish myself off, but at the same time I couldn't bear the thought off taking my eyes off her. It wasn't just the panties, there was something... off about her. All my senses told me she was a hot fuckable babe, but something about her nagged at me. My curiosity kept me there as much as her panties.
"Since your following me around why not help?" She asked. I nodded my consent. "You can't be a maid dressed like that though." She turned, walked straight to my room and came out with my maid outfit and panties. Any thoughts of saying no to this vanished when she bent over the couch, laying them out for me and giving me an eyeful of her shapely ass, enclosed in those gorgeous panties.
She left the room for a moment and I quickly change clothes, when she came back she laughed out loud at me. Needless to say I felt a little exposed. The skimpy maid skirt had the same effect on me as her skirt had on her. I knew with every motion it bounced a little, revealing what was underneath: my hardening cock. The feel of the skirt, the embarrassment, the girl's look, it turned me on.
She crossed the room to me, seeing me blush, and to my shock reached under my skirt, pulled aside my panties and started to rub my cock. I closed my eyes and moaned.
"You like being dressed like a girl?" A pure question, no mocking or dirty, just curious. No point in denial, though I didn't know it until this moment the obvious answer was yes.
"You like my panties don't you? Would you like to feel them?" I reached around to touch her ass, but she hadn't meant it that way. Pushing my hand away she turned around and started rubbing her ass up and down my cock.
"God yes..." I moaned. Grabbing her hips I started dry fucking her rear, in moments I spurted, covering her ass in cum.
Realizing the error of my haste I slapped myself on the forehead. She looked at me, amused. "Well, back to cleaning!"
She made no attempt to clean herself, just went back to work with the cum drying on her panties. I felt a little silly now, my sexual energy discharged, also a bit ashamed. Before long though the silken feel of my new look began to get to me, and as I passed mirrors and saw myself I wondered what I could do to look more girly.
My erection recovered I was about to start flirting up Alex, but the sound of the front door opening sent my heart racing. Sam was home. I scurried back to my room, closing the door behind me, I didn't want her to see that I'd actually worn the outfit.
I heard Alex and Sammie speaking in the hall. Surprisingly their voices were very affectionate, like lovers, I thought.
Pressing my ear against the door I listened.
"Hey sweetie I see you cleaned up good." Sammie.
"Well I had help." Alex.
"Oh, meet the new girl?" Sammie laughed at this, Alex giggled.
"Your not trying to replace me are you?" Alex's question was soft, but urgent. No mistaking it, the genuine concern of a lover for their partner's affection. Wow, I've found heaven, I thought. Two hot lesbians, Sammie the butch and Alex the bitch, and then me, invited to live with them!!!
There was more talk that I couldn't hear. But I felt I understood my place a little better. Sammie wasn't interested in dating me after all, it seemed I was a side dish. A position I was more then happy with.
I heard them walk past my door, into Sammie's room. They closed the door, but it didn't shut. My brain recognized an opportunity for spying. I waited a few moments until I heard moaning coming from Sammie's room. Now they'd be too preoccupied to notice me.
Creeping out of my room I snuck up to their door and peeked in through the crack, the scene in front of me was hotter then I'd dreamed. Alex's hands were bound together, a rope going up to the ceiling holding her in place. Her shirt was gone, pert tits bare for my viewing pleasure. Her skirt was still on, her panties were around her ankles, she still had her heels on. Sam had her shirt off, green army fatigues adding to her toned upper body making her look quite fierce. In one hand she held a long horse hair whip, in her other hand she held a large pink vibrator.
With ease that came from clear experience she pushed the toy under Alex skirt and straight up, out of my view, and indeed out of anyone's view. Disappearing into her lover's body. Alex took it with a grunt, but little apparent pain, Sammie must have worked on her some before I arrived. But no, I realized. There couldn't have been time. I saw her twitch her arm and heard the buzzing start. Alex moaned and shuddered.
Then I looked a Alex's feet. Laying inside her panties was a butt plug. The sight of this really turned me on, had she had that in her while we cleaned together?
"Don't let that fall out now." Sammie said, she backed away, and Alex shifted toward her some, pointing her breast at Sammie she leaned back her head.
"Hurt me Sammie plezzzz!" Alex whorish attitude was exceptionally hot. The girl radiated slut, as she wiggled her body for her lover's amusement I also fully enjoyed the show. There was just enough rope for her to have some freedom, she used it to twirl in place, causing her skirt to fly up, but she was a blur and from where I was I couldn't make out her juicy parts. She shook her hips, circled them, moaning as the vibrator worked inside her. Reaching down I rubbed myself through my skirt.
I could see Sammie was similarly affected. She breathed heavily, staring at Alex's dance.
Licking her lips she pulled back her arm, raising the whip. Alex smiled, arching her back and waiting for the strike. For a breathless moment they stood still.
CRACK!
The silence broke and Alex yelped in pain, gasping for air. I pulled out my dick and started jerking myself.
Alex arched her back again, closing her eyes. Another blow fell, squarely on her right breast. I felt myself close to orgasm and slowed down, wanting to enjoy the show.
Alex breathed deep and prepared herself again, receiving the next blow with a smile and soft gasp. I figured the ease with which she took that strike must have told Sammie she was ready for more because Sam didn't wait a moment before lashing her again and again. Yelping with each blow, closing her eyes and gritting her teeth as I watched her tits slowly turn bright red. The beating seemed to last forever, but it could only have been a few minutes.
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Keywords: 02, Maker, Ch., Bitch,