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A sissy maid finally caught
What does a crossdresser do when they have just got home from yet another boring day, packing boxes at a factory for minimum wage, dressed in boring man’s clothes? It’s a rhetorical question, because we all know what comes next. I shaved myself and went to my bedroom to put on a full face of makeup, following an online tutorial. It looked great, more convincing than ever, with dashing crimson lipstick and matching fake nails, and a stunning blonde wig. And then, to the wardrobe, containing all kinds of secret sissy delights. A full matching set was in there by now… Black stockings and suspender belt went on first, followed by a small black satin corset, tightened for impressive curves. Over that went matching black satin panties and a padded retro satin bra. All of this had me hard already, but my eyes then fell on the finishing touch, a brand new black and white French sissy maid outfit. This slipped on easily over the top, a perfect fit, and beautiful too.
As I admired my reflection I heard the front door bang shut.
Oh no. Oh no no no. How could I forget about that?
A builder had let himself in. He was supposed to come yesterday to fix the leaky roof, but never casino siteleri showed up. Now he was here and I totally forgot about it. My heart fell through the bottom of my chest as I connected the dots. He had to come to my room to fix it. The sound of footsteps confirmed the inevitable. What can you do in that situation? I didn’t have any time to figure it out and decided to try and own it.
“Hi!” I said loudly as he came round the corner, laid eyes on me and stopped in his tracks. “Sorry you caught me like this… You’re here for the roof, right?”
“Yeah… I’ll just get on with that and stay out of your way…” said the worker, awkwardly and with shifty eyes. “Tea?” I asked casually. “Sure,” came the response. Maybe he didn’t care, I thought.
I scuttled out of the room, more embarrassed than I’ve ever been, and made a cup of tea. I’ve been doing this for years, and finally got sloppy enough to get caught. I brought him back his tea. As I passed a mirror on the way back, I noticed that the reality had shrunk my earlier excitement, leaving a completely feminine figure.
“Kneel.” Said my guest sternly, when I arrived back in the bedroom. His tone had completely changed from canlı casino sheepish to dominant and strong.
“Uhh, what?”
“You heard,” he said. “Get on your knees now and I won’t tell anyone what I just saw. I put down the cup of tea and kneeled down, a bit scared.
“Nobody has ever seen me like this before,” I said, in a half-whisper. He walked right up to me, sandwiching me next to a wall with no escape, and he then undid his trousers.
“Maid, clean this up.” His hands quickly removed his undergarments, and the large half-erect member left a glistening mark of pre-cum where it flopped out on my highlighted cheek. I had never done this before and I was a bit scared. As he guided his cock roughly into my mouth, I gagged slightly as I savoured the new experience and took the penis inside. It wasn’t so big, 5-6″, pretty average in size, I thought to myself. It filled my mouth and left a pleasant taste as it passed back and forth. I found myself enjoying it and a little turned on.
“I like it,” I said seductively, looking up to him after I managed to pull away from his thrusting temporarily.
“Yeah, you like my hot dick? Suck it you hot slut.” By this point he had pinned me against a kaçak casino wall, so there was nowhere for my face to go but to submissively accept his full erection once more. I continued to take it and saw that I too had become hard. When my new partner noticed this the thrusting sped up and he moaned softly.
Gasping for air after several more minutes of impromptu throat fucking, I felt what I knew to be an orgasm, as his member pulsated and unleashed seemingly endless hot sticky goodness into my mouth. It wasn’t as bad as I heard that it tasted. I smiled up at him from the floor as I cleaned him up, acting like a natural as I left a lipstick mark at the base of his shaft.
“Good work, maid,” he said, allowing a moment to compose himself before walking to the desk and picking up his phone. My heart sank again as I saw where the phone had been sitting, and realised he had recorded the whole thing. He looked at my shocked face, laughed, and came back over to me, and squatted down.
“Looks like I don’t have the tools to finish this job right now,” he said with a grin, “But I’ll have to bring some extra help next time.”
And then just like that, he was gone. I sat on my bed feeling confused, fuzzy, and apparently still solid underneath my lingerie. It only took a few strokes before I came, harder than I’d ever been before, with my load landing on my own face. My first taste of being a true sissy, I thought.
And it felt great.
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