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Costume (Magic Trans)
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Peggy and I were once neighbors a few years back, and we had gotten
into the habit of having coffee at my apartment on Saturday mornings.
Usually I was wearing just my robe and she was still in her nightshirt.
One morning she kept joking "I'd like to have you as my maid and have
you serve coffee to me in bed every morning." At the time I didn't
place much emphasis on it.
I had received an invitation to a costume party, but I couldn't
decide what I wanted to wear. The next Saturday, I was asking Peggy
for suggestions about costumes. She looked over a coffee cup at me and
said "I think you shouldgo dressed in one of those French maid
outfits, and I even know where we can get one from." Being at a loss
for any other ideas, I agreed. That afternoon she returned with several
boxes and a big grin on her face.
In one box was a classic maid's outfit of black dress and white
apron and cap. A very short dress, cut very low in the front. In
another box I found a black garterbelt beruffled with lace and bows of
ribbon. We took the costume into my bedroom, where Peggy started
looking through my dresser and closet laying out on the bed panties,
stockings, and heels. I undressed, slipped the garterbelt around my
waist, and the sheer black stockings which reached within an inch of
my crotch. I snapped the tabs in place, then put on the black panties,
which were so fragile that they hid nothing.I looked at my self in the
long mirror. The dress was long-sleeved. The neck was deeply scooped
and had a boned bodice that supported the undersides of my breasts,
thrusting them upwardsto maximize ther size and shapeliness, and
squeezing them together to form a deep cleavage. The hem was very
short, just concealing my crotch in front and leaving a glimpse of the
curve of my ass cheeks exposed behind. I slipped into the spiked heels
and looked into the mirror again, adjusting the little lace capand
apron. The sight of my reflection was curiosly exciting.
Peggy said she was having a couple of people over for brunch and
she wantedto get their opinions on my costume. After we got to
Peggy's apartment, she disappeard into the bathroom and the doorbell
rang. Peggy told me to answer the door. Balancing precariously on the
spiked heels, I opend the door to admit two women. Sheila was blonde,
blue eyed, and wearing a blue dress that hugged her ample curves. Carol
was Oriental, black hair with black eyes with charms that were well
displayed in the slitted black skirt and white silk blouse she wore.
After I showeed the ladies in, as Peggy came out of the bathroom. "A
new maid, I see," Carol commented. "Peggy never has any servant
problems," Sheila chuckled. I just stood there wondering what was in
store for me that afternoon.
Peggy motioned me to follow her into the kithchen, where she
explained thatif I didn't play the part, she would tell my boss that I
was a lesbian. Since I didn't want to loose my job, I told her I would
play along. I served them shrimpcocktails, while they were chatting and
appraising me the whole time. I announced "Dinner is served" and they
came into the dining room while I brought in the first course. Back in
the kitchen, I suddenly realized how hungry I was, and as the thought
crossed my mind I picked one of the new potatoesfrom its symmetrical
pattern and swiftly ate it. As I later served that dish, Peggy raised
her eyebrows and eyed me. "You've been stealing food," she accused.
Sheila and Carol looked at me, and I nodded, wishing I could retreat
from the room. "You're hungry, are you?" she asked. "Yes," I replied.
"Yes, Ma'am," she scolded. "Yes, Ma'am," I said hesitantly. "Well
since this course will take us awhile, why don't you get in some
practice by lapping Carol's pussy? That should keep your mouth occupied
for a few minutes." Sheila said, "Carol would like that. Come on,
deaar, get yourself under the table or we'll be finished before you
do."
"Come over here first," Sheila said, "Scoop out one of those
bouncing boobs, I'd like to taste one as an appetizer." I freed one of
my breasts from the restraint of the dress and leaned over so she could
take the nipple in her mouth. She sucked savagely for a moment and I
finched a little in discomfort. She then ran her hand up beneath the
short skirt as she mouthed my breast and fingered my pussy through the
flimsy nylon panties. "Hey," she said, "her panties are wet right
through." I wondered if I dared masturbate when I was next in the
kitchen. I felt I could bring myself off in a few second, I was so
aroused.
"Ok," Sheila said, "under the table and get busy licking, pretty
maid." I crouched down, going to my hands and knees to crawl under the
table. "Nice bottom too," Peggy said appreciatively, raching down and
giving me a brisk swat that made me gasp. Carol spread her legs and I
stared at her freely displayed pussy that was split open and waiting in
front of me. "Lick it," Peggy ordered. Her smell filed my nostrils as I
explored the hot damp lining of her cunt, the juices flowing over my
tongue. I prodded at her clit and heard her give a deepthroated whimper
of pleasure. I put my tonge-tip into the tight entrance, then pulling
back lapped at the pussy juice that flowed more freely in response.
Peggy's hand touched my hair in agesture of approval, of possession. I
renewed my probing of Carol, thrusting my tongue into her canal and
vibrate my tongue over her clit. "AahhHHHHHH," Carol panted as her
orgasm overtook her.
After brunch, I was ordered into the living room where I found
myself bent double across Peggy's lap on the sofa. Her fingers
leisurely drew my panties downward as far as my knees. The air seemed
very cool on my exposed cheeks as I found myself anticipating what was
to come. I waited for the first blow, but to my dismay, they went on
with their conversation about some previous acquaintance. I just lay
there in that humiliating postion, disregarded, while they continued
to talk. My pussy was tingling and I could feel a trickle of juice
making its way down my inner thigh. "Oooohwow!" I gasped as I felt a
stinging jolt of pain in my right ass cheek. A moment later, an
identical shock traveled through my left cheek. The blows continued
to descend relentlessly, methodically, covering the whole area of my
bottom with a web of stinging fire. Tears flooded my eyes and I sobbed
in pain and protest. And still the paddle rose and fell, rose and
fell. It seemed she held me effortlessly with her left hand flailing
away with her right. I was helpless. Quite helpless.... Sobbing,
writhing coming, I seemed to melt, to lose all control. I was her
slave now, and whatever she commanded me to do, I would do.....
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