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Posted:Jun 15, 2019 5:55 pm
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so I lay there momentarily in the strangely-quiet shady room with my face sideways on the old carpet and was only really aware of a pleasant feeling in my asshole and my foreskin being peeled right back on my awkwardly squashed soft penis. I could hear Monique panting slightly and a clock ticking and some pleasant noises from outside: buses, childrens' voices etc
I was frightened to move but same time thought 'this woman has no control over me!' and decided to just 'go for it' and get up. I didn't want to roll over and face her in the way people would on waking up after crashing-out in a living room after a night of drinking so I pushed myself up still facing away and pulled my knees towards me and then sat back on my heels. I had to turn round at some point so I turned left towards the bed to see the friendly vision of The Lady sitting up near the headboard with her bare legs pulled up in front of her and her hands clasped round her ankles and head nearly on her knees. Her hair was a little messy from kneeling forward for so long and she had a sort of neutral expression on her like she was a little scared and a little curious. I gave her a little smile as if to say am fine then edged round on my knees to face almost in Monique's direction.
She too was sitting on her knees and looked rather attractive with her firm fat body and darker skin with sweat running down her neck in between her breasts and her hair a little wet and curly where it met her neck.
She had the demeanour of someone who'd just finished a sprint race and thankfully wasn't looking at me. She was looking down a little and fiddling with the belt for the strap-on. I couldn't help but watch and was dying to see her cunt when she finally pulled it from between her legs. I hoped it was red and engorged and wet and I might get to lick it dry but she kneeled up a little instead of lying back to pull the strap out and I just saw the pubic hair under her belly and when she rose to her feet I still couldn't see much despite being still kneeling.
Once she was on her feet and the strap-on was lying on floor next to her she said to The Lady 'we go now?' and turned for the door and sort of waddled/trudged towards it. The Lady got up quite quickly from the bed and beckoned for me to follow her. We all went down the stairs to the kitchen and Monique went straight to the sink and turned the cold tap on full and filled a mug several times until I guess she was satisfied the water was cold and started glugging it down like a man. The Lady also filled a mug and drank it altho less hungrily and I was standing at the kitchen doorway thinking 'do I get any?' whilst staring at the side on profile of the lady with her impressive belly sticking out and the huge tits almost sitting on top of it. Suddenly her short hair and short legs became attractive. She looked powerful and raw and primal and I felt quite pleased at having been abused by her. While I was thinking this she stopped drinking and said to Monique 'can you bring my shoes' which I thought was strange considering all her other clothes were in the same room.
The Lady nervously picked them up from the kitchen table and followed Monique with them who was now heading for the back door to the yard and garden. The Lady was a bit more forceful this time and said 'you're coming too Emma' so I followed them. The old house had probably had extensions or alterations at some point as there were an awful lot of doors to go thru. Well 3 perhaps but it feels like a lot and then we were in a little add-on which had a few concrete steps down to the yard. Monique stopped to put on her navy running shoes and led the way down followed by The Lady who slung on a pair of vile Crocs and I delicately stepped in my stocking soles wondering what the hell was happening and what would the elderly neighbours say if they were in the garden as they always are.
The steps led onto a slabbed area which has a brick wall about 8' high separating it from the equivalent space on the neighbours property. The wall only extends about ten feet from the building and then becomes a low wooden fence and in this area there are some plant pots a hose reel and some little garden ornaments. It was all a bit mossy and unswept too. Also not very level. a bit of a slope towards the wall.
She paced around a little like a sumo-wrestler or something getting in the zone and then said to me 'kneel here' pointing to a spot below the kitchen window and about 5' from the dividing wall. I kneeled down thinking 'my knees are going to be sore and I'll tear my nylons! can I not squat?' but didn't want to argue. She stepped up to my with her pubes and belly just a few inches away and started fumbling with her pussy lips which were quite firm and fat and she couldn't get a good grip as she was standing and her belly was getting in way but I could see her clit momentarily. It was quite small as were here inner lips but they were a nice dark colour. I assumed she wanted me to suck or lick and leaned forward but got a quick cuff round the ear which made her lose her grip again. After awhile she managed to keep them open and started to force a stream of urine onto my face but it didn't go far and she lost her grip again and it just sort of dribbled onto her thigh. She seemed quite annoyed by this and said 'lie down' and nodded to The Lady. I lay back trying not to get my head too near the wall which meant awkwardly moving my hips forward on the ground and my skirt getting caught and riding right up and I thought 'what the hell are the neighbours going to say i could get arrested here!'.
While I was doing this the lady stood above me and seemed nervous. I could see her thin bum and legs wit the slightly loose skin tense up and she then opened her knees a bit and squatted just a little and started urinating but it was nowhere near my face as she was standing too far forward and it sort of sprayed on her inner thigh then when she relaxed a little it was squirting forwards over my skirt and I felt splashes on my penis while a puddle formed on my skirt over my belly. I could see Monique guzzling more water standing like a man to my right.
The Lady then managed to stop and holding her vulva in her hand turned round so that she was now looking towards the house and then took her hand away and stepped apart a little and started pissing again. It wasn't as big a flow now and she managed to hit my face just as it ran of steam and it died running down the middle of my nose and mouth and ending on my chest. She then stepped off and started wiping her inner thighs with her hands....
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this may hurt
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Posted:Jun 8, 2019 5:53 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:48 pm 3759 Views
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for such a significant incident I have to say I was physically underwhelmed by the whole experience but mentally it was much more potent....
I had a lot of sensations going on at once both physically and mentally and it was hard not to distort my feelings on them with what I'd imagined they'd be like or wanted them to be like so very difficult to express in words but I'll try.
So I was licking The Lady's bristly, virgin asshole which was much more enjoyable then I expected as she was really loosing control but at same time I liked the feeling of Monique lubricating my hole with her saliva fingers in the way you'd enjoy turning over in bed or getting an itch scratched. It was nice but not sexual but hard to be clear on that as I was enjoying my own actions.
When M started forcing the strap-on in to me again it wasn't particularly sexual but II started to get mentally aroused as it was forcing my further into The Lady's ass and it all got very comfortingly rough. Sandwiched between two relative strangers abusing pretty little me  The saliva didn't really do much to ease the 6? 7? inches of dildo in as it was only superficial and I could feel the tightness of the plastic binding on my passage as she forced it in. It seemed to keep on creeping in when I thought it couldn't go further. I sensed Monique was getting frustrated as she wasn't able to slide in and smoothly as it was just sticking and she was pulling in and everything was going squint first. I really loved the feeling of being degraded and powerless tho and was dying to lick some really pungent pussy juice as I'd been licking The Lady's dry anus for some time now and my mouth was getting dry. I didn't think there would be much to lick from her vagina tho due to her age and I'd noticed we always focused on her clit rather than penetrative play and if dildo was used it was never dry. I desperately wanted some of that thick white creamy discharge I'd had the shock of licking up a few times in the past on other women but knew this wasn't likely but like a thirsty licking from a tap I craned me neck down and my up to just lick something. Her neat labia minora were a little swollen and an deliciously salty but I wanted to go in further. Before I even had time to work how to get my hands there to spread her open a little I felt a slap on the side of my head and my head got yanked backwards by the cute ponytail I had my hair in. Before i even had time to register what was happening I was being puled pushed off the low bed rightwards and my shoulders were nearly on the floor while my right knee was sliding off the duvet and my left leg was somehow trapped up on the bed and I still have Monigue with the dildo buried deep in my ass and i could feel her large belly sticking to my bum cheeks with sweat as we momentarily were stuck there. God knows what The Lady thought was going on. The next think I knew the whole weight of Monique was pushing me onto the carpet and she lay herself fully over me and made a few weighty slow thrusts deep into me whilst pushing her shoulders down on my body for a little more oomph. My was a mess on the old carpet and I was a little struggling for breath but it didn't last long. It was as if she was having an orgasm but that's kinda hard with a plastic dick! She stood up surprisingly quick and I felt the dildo come my ass with almost a pop and am sure I felt some wetness dribbling which I was mortified about but I was more worried my asshole would stay loose forever!!
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thank God you're here
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Posted:May 23, 2019 4:55 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:50 pm 3759 Views
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I felt a lot more relaxed now The Lady was back. The whole 'session' with Monique had probably only lasted minutes but I was still sore from the punch to my bum and just didn't like the woman. To think I felt sorry for her earlier on in the kitchen! She was basically just cold. I like , smiling, happy women. Suddenly the relationship between The Lady and me seemed very sweet and real and I felt safe(r) and hoped I had time to lick my wounds before Monique's next move. If there was one. She was having another glass of water...
It all started for me and The Lady with an ad I placed on a mainstream //services site. I basically advertised myself as a maid for women only and included a few cute pictures but got practically no responses. I'd put a more explicit version on Craigslist and got lots of interest but all from guys wanting sex. Well two females contacted me but it didn't materialise in a meet. Anyway I was quite surprised and thrilled when an apparently real female contacted me and after exchanging a few emails with her I went down to her house. It was about 9am in quite a busy part of the suburbs when I arrived and was an unbelievable thrill to step out of the car in broad daylight looking like a female.
I'd fantasised about how I'd do this for months and it went pretty much like clockwork: up at 7am, put on my underwear (bra, suspender belt, stockings, knickers) and did my hair then skirt and top but put my jeans on over the stockings, which felt surprisingly nice! Then training shoes with no socks which again gave a thrill knowing my ankles were visible in Mink nylon. Then I put on my hooded jacket which has an elasticated waistband meaning I could tuck the skirt up inside it. A little beanie hat on to hide my pony-tailed hair with slides and clips in then out to car. The night before I'd put my handbag with makeup, ear-rings etc in the car along with stuff I needed for the cleaning.
It was about 8am by this time and I know the rough routine of my neighbours so it was unlikely I'd meet any of them on the stairs as early as that but it was too big a risk to take leaving with the makeup on. Still got a little thrill knowing I had my suspenders, bra, stockings etc on.
It was a bright showery morning and I hoped the rain would persist so I could use my brolly for a bit privacy if people started staring .
The new customer's house was only about 6 miles away and I'd said I'd be there for 9 o'clock so I had quite a bit time to get fully changed into 'Emma'. As planned so many nights before I went to an area where people park their cars to walk etc and pulled in to the gravel car park which faces onto a grassy area with paths into trees etc. I'd never been before and was a bit nervous so sat in car for a while waiting on perfect time to start changing but was also worried about being late so had to start putting my makeup on altho there were cars very near me. It took me about minutes to do my eyes in the mirror on the sun visor then lots of lipstick. Then I opened the driver's door and swung my legs round and took off my shoes and jeans. Then I took my jacket of and could therefore pull my skirt into position. It was a thin nylon floral thing with a lining. Lovely. My top was a brown cotton thing thin straps has a straight line right above the bust. All I needed was my female shoes. I didn't want to risk driving in heels so put on a pair of flat flowery sandals were in my handbag. Then finally I stood in the lovely cool air feeling beautiful and took a few proud steps on the gravel and turned inwards to open the back door to get my ladies' coat. No-one was looking in my direction so I felt quite relaxed and got in the car, started it and drove the gravel car park feeling super-sensitive to noise etc and looking my gorgeous little legs in their mature womanly stockings and pretty little skirt. Heaven.
It was less then 3 miles to the customer's house with 2 or 3 sets of traffic lights and the same of roundabouts to get thru so I was a little worried about being stationary and being laughed at by people in other vehicles.
It all went fine and no-one seemed to notice me. I pulled outside the property which is on a busy road and confidently stepped out of the car after pushing my seat right back and changing into my heels. I stepped out onto the road hoping I didn't like a complete and had a very dry throat worrying the person was setting up or would turn away or worse still a man would answer. But I kept a brave on and walked up the garden path trying to enjoy my freedom. I was actually going to work, dressed as a female!!!
I got to the front door. It was an upmarket property but looked a little 'confused'. The garden had lots of pots in it and there was a paper notice on the wall saying 'bell not working' and one storm door was open revealing more clutter in the vestibule and an old fashioned internal glass door with a net curtain on it. I chapped quite load and stood back to smile, curtsey and look lovely...
But I digress. I'll come back to my relationship with The Lady later perhaps but suffice to say despite her being quite a self-centred person she'd never acted like Monique had just done. With her the orgasm was totally separate from the rest of the interaction. Once that was done and she'd had a nap it was totally normal so I perhaps foolishly expected all exchanges to be like that. This wasn't and I was a bit confused as to why she was in the room with us and why all the water and why they seemed to be in cahoots. Anyway after Monique had finished her 2nd glass of water and we'd sipped ours she lifted the strap-on from the bed. It looked a bit cheaply made and the penis part was a sort of cream colour and probably less than 7' long and not too thick. After what had just happened I was suprised she didn't have something that would damage you permanently.
As she offered it up to her body it didn't look like the straps would even go round her huge stomach and if it was put her belly it would point downwards. She seemed a bit befuddled by it all but totally unconcerned we were watching. Me still sitting on the end of the bed and The Lady somewhat behind my shoulder. Maybe embarrassed about standing around half naked. I'd never seen her like that before despite having masturbated her regularly.
At one point Monique had the thing so up, to try and fasten it, her bust that the penis part was sort of sitting on top of her belly and then when she tried to put it her belly the straps had to go away up to clear her buttocks but this seemed viable and she said 'can you help me fasten Carol'. Carol put her glass of water down on the carpet and scurried over to her. She was bent at the hip trying to reach between her legs to pull the strap up to meet the top bits but probably trying to hide her undercarriage from me as I was sitting just behind her and couldn't really see what was going on but noticed her legs looked old and pale. She was about 5' 7" in her prime I'd say so a good bit taller than Monique. I'd never heard her mention anything remotely Lesbian before so this was quite kinky thinking she was perhaps feeling another vagina for the first time. She eventually got the strap up between Monique's huge ass cheeks and seemed to have great difficulty getting it through the buckle on the waist band but once it was in she pulled it very tight and said 'okay I think that's us' and stood back like someone admiring their work. Monique then turned round still almost expressionless and it looked a bit precarious like the thing would slip off. I was a bit unimpressed as I'd wanted to be fucked by a woman for so long and this looked like it would be a disaster. She looked directly at me and said 'you will like the asshole of Carol now'. I really didn't want to do this as she was so old and I felt guilty about that as she wasn't a bitch like Monique but Monique had nice skin and was . I was also confused as we'd never done that before and it might spoil our dynamic. When she said this The Lady had immediately taken position on the bed behind me kneeling facing the headboard and I just turned round and kneeled behind her waiting on further instructions but nothing was said so I just edged closer and put my hand on her cheeks and leaned forward and started licking. Her bum hair was quite bristly like it had been shaved and grown back and I thought 'why would she be shaving there if she doesn't do this?' and her anus was very tight so she'd probably never had anal sex before. It was good tho as it meant my tongue didn't go right in. She seemed extremely turned on and started shaking a little as soon as I gently licked which turned me on and I could feel my cock growing a little. Suddenly I heard and felt Monique spitting and it getting rubbed on my anus so I knew the big moment was coming. As I said before I don't get any real sexual feeling there but in anticipation of it being done I'd recently pushed the neck of a bottle up there and it was fine
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be careful what you wish for
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Posted:May 22, 2019 3:39 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:50 pm 3027 Views
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'again, you must lick the asshole properly!'
I was dreading any smell or after-effects of what she had just done  but knew there was no way out and, quite forcefully, pulled her cheeks apart to find there was nothing there thankfully  altho it tasted a little stronger than before.
She had her feet my ribs with her arms behind her heels, rather than kneeling and sitting her full weight on me but it was a little tiring half-supporting her huge buttocks and licking whilst trying to breath. I wasn't sure how long this was going to last or what actual sexual pleasure she was getting of it as I couldn't hear much in the way of satisfied moaning.
I think my penis had went limp again partly with the farting episode  amp; and the mechanical stress of what I was doing but I was also worried she'd hurt my balls and thinking so many different things:
where was Carol (The Lady)? why had I fantasised about being abused a female for years? why could I not be normal like the people I could hear outside? would she steal my off ? what would happen if she cut my balls off? what if the Police got involved?
I then felt her reach forwards and grab my ankles (and could feel my lovely stockings move round in her hands which made feel less attractive) which took some of the weight off my face but it was short-lived as she pulled them back, like someone rowing a boat, and I really felt smothered now as more of her weight was backwards as she had my knees pulled right back outside her ankles and was pushing my feet apart but what happened next really shocked me. I couldn't see anything but but it was definitely a clenched fist that she brought down with some force on my bum cheek. It hurt so much that I writhed and rolled to the side a little to protect myself but she just forced me back into the original position. I didn't know why she'd done it and thought she must be some sort of sadist and she might start farting on me again or worse.
However she didn't do either of that so I was thinking it must be some sort of method of breaking your spirit. I was terrified about my balls but she focused on slapping my ass in between rocking back and forth on my and I think this really excited her as I could feel my chin getting wet and sticky which made relax and start swelling up again and I was getting used to the rocking and enjoying the slapping as she was tiring and it wasn't sore
Just then there was a knock the door and I heard it open and The Lady say 'can I come in now, how is it going?' as if someone was decorating the room. Monique replied 'you have the water?' and The lady said 'yes it's just outside'
Monique let go of my ankles and stopped to catch her breath and suddenly I felt like The Lady was my best friend and confidant and I was a bit embarrassed about her seeing my in such a degraded state as until now we'd had quite a vanilla relationship and I knew she found me very attractive.
When Monique was back standing up The Lady was just coming back in the room with a tray and some glasses and a big pitcher of water on it but more bizarrely she was naked from waist down with bare feet but still had black top on.
I sat up and smoothed down my dress and straightened my stockings as I watched Monique take a glass from the tray and start pouring herself a glass and gulping it down in quite a manly fashion with her other hand on the fat on her hips and legs slightly apart. The Lady was putting the tray on a low table and filling another glass and said lovingly 'do you want some Emma?'. I said 'yes please' as I backed up onto the edge of the bed. She brought it over to me and I looked at her pale, thin slightly saggy thighs and almost straight greyish white pubis hair which was a little sparse allowing you to see her plumpish but slightly puckered labia majora.
While this happened Monique was now facing us and lightly stroking her belly and scratching, momentarily, the top of her pubic mound just her belly. I imagine it would be a little itchy with the heat and sweat. She wasn't speaking or making any eye contact. Looked a bit like a boxer between rounds
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is someone missing?
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Posted:May 21, 2019 3:12 pm
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so there I was sucking away and starting to enjoy my work again but still feeling a little upset about her unfriendliness a few minutes earlier and I was wondering why The Lady had seemingly been coming to join us then staying downstairs. After a very short time sucking hard on her small left nipple I felt a little unsteady and went to place my right hand on her left hip to steady myself and also, perhaps to start stroking her lovely hot skin ( I could feel heat radiating off her like she'd been out in the sun but it was perhaps just the heat in the room which had a very tall window with the curtains pulled wide open) but I had barely touched her when she slapped my hand away 
I needn't have worried too much about my balance as she stopped touching my head and pulled her breast away which made me think I'd blown it before we really got started but that worry was short-lived as she turned round in front of me and moved her feet apart a little and said 'you will lick my ass now', whilst pulling her cheeks apart.
I'd never in my life had my tongue anywhere near someone's anus  despite absolutely loving vaginal oral sex and was a bit put-out that my first experience of the other side was going to be with someone I didn't like. I couldn't really think what I could do about it, other than walk out, as I was pretty sure she wasn't concerned whether I wanted to or not.
So before I knew it I was kneeling down behind her with my face right in front of her crack which thankfully looked clean. It was a little hairy but not wildly so and having had a glimpse of her pussy earlier I would've been more surprised if it was waxed or something. I didn't know exactly where to lick so went for the safer option and started licking the crack above her anus then going outwards and licking the inside of her cheeks. It wasn't unpleasant. Just sort of salty and damp cos of fresh perspiration but I could sense you was getting excited when I went near the hole. It wasn't long before she said 'you must lick inside the s**t' as she stretched herself wider. I tentatively licked round her anus and it was thankfully clean and much the same as her crack so I got a little braver and tried to put my tongue in but It wasn't that easy. She seemed quite excited but I'm sure she was tiring from the semi-squatting position and just having to balance with her weight and sure enough with a bit of a sigh she straightened up and I took the chance to sit back on my heels instead of being in the sort of rabbit position.
After almost shaking herself down to get rid of the strains she said 'take a cushion from the chair and lie down with it under your head' so still on my knees I edged over a little and reached out to a chair for the cushion then lay down roughly where we'd been before with my feet together and hands by my side. She was standing saying nothing looking down at me as if to check I was satisfactorily placed and I could see her pussy a bit better. It was very hairy and the pubic hair was sort of long and kind of separated into individual curled bits at the end, almost like head-hair. I was surprised it was a little redder than her hair but seemed dark at the end curly bits, probably wetness. Her belly swelled out over it but I could see the hair went right up under her belly but it didn't go out onto her thighs and I couldn't see her labia minora.
I was aware that my skirt wasn't sitting down properly and felt a bit silly because my penis was soft but I could sense that the foreskin was still rolled back behind the phallus which would be that strange whitish dry appearance now instead of deep pink and shining.
Before I knew if she was standing right above my face, probably looking down at my shrivelled penis, but seemingly waiting on something. I have always fantasised about upskirts like this and was thrilled to be able to look right up at all her undercarriage but because of her thick thighs I couldn't see that much. I could feel my penis uncurling and falling back over onto my thigh, semi-erect, and was just enjoying my moment of pride when to my dismay she broke wind. It seemed long and deliberate and was very loud. I immediately thought of the childhood joke we'd have as that loud ones didn't smell and crossed my fingers it was true.
Then, to my amazement, she squatted down over my face and said....
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description of a stranger
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Posted:May 20, 2019 4:41 pm
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:51 pm 2140 Views
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yes so this new lady/woman? Who was she,what did she look like? What did she want?
Well The Lady (who I'd never asked her asked her age despite working for her for several months now) must've been in her early 70s and this woman looked a lot younger so I'm guessing around 56. I'm short and she seemed a lot shorter than me and I had no shoes on so am guessing she was about 5' 1" but must've weighed about 14st. When she was clothed she looked stocky. Very big thighs and sort of round all over but naked beside me sitting down and when I'd seen her briefly standing up she was not flabby at all. She looked big but firm and her lovely skin made her look like someone who would be beautifully-naked on a beach or island permanently. I only look attractive with some feminine clothes and jewellery on and The Lady is too skinny, pale and elderly to be comfortable naked I'd imagine. Well not on a beach anyway .
So yes she had the trainers, the baggy army trousers on and the fleece. I saw a pair of black socks in the shoes and her t-shirt was just white. She had no jewellery on other than a simple necklace. Sort of dark brown metal. Not sure what it was. Then there was the almost industrial bra which was clean and white and I didn't see the knickers.
But here we were at the table with her naked apart from a black sports watch on her left wrist and the thin metal necklace. Her breasts were touching the table as she had her seat pulled quite far in but I could see she had small nipples as they weren't sticking out when I glanced to side but I had noticed she had huge aereolas and they were dark. I was a bit too nervous to take an erection and could feel my mouth getting really dry so was gulping my tea down. I luv tea. Not sure why I was so nervous. It was probably the awkward silence as we sat drinking for what was probably only a few minutes but felt longer and the house was always very quiet. No radio on for example.
The Lady didn't have a great sense of humour altho she did try to be light-hearted but she was basically a serious person who tried to be nice and she quite brightly said 'well Emma this is Monique and as I said she wants to spend some time with you for which you will be paid and once we've had our drinks we can go up the the front bedroom'. I said 'oh hi Monique' but my voice was a bit weak due to the nerves or dry throat and she replied quite coldly 'hello Emma, do I give you the money just now or later?'. She seemed quite stressed out which I didn't think was necessary.
Now to give you a little background this situation I was in wasn't a total surprise as The Lady often floated ideas and suggestion about everything and anything (usually DIY things around the home) which never came to anything and she had said a couple of weeks before that she had a friend who would like to have sexual services and would I be ok with that. I said yes as I've fantasized for years about being a '' to women but didn't think it would actually happen. I was already amazed that me and The Lady had a partly-sexual arrangement in place and as it had taken months of advertising and forum memberships to achieve that I counted myself lucky that I had a least experienced it once in my life.
So yes here I was being almost pimped out and the asking me if I wanted the money before or after. I was surprised I was bold enough to say 'I'll take it just now if that's ok' but thought well this person is a stranger, I have a witness I trust and she did offer so why not. She said '£120? this is correct?' and I felt really sorry for her. I'd never made that kind of money in my life and knew I'd enjoy the experience and it couldn't possibly last more than a couple of hours so how could I take so much but I figured The Lady must've set that price and didn't want to act like an amateur so said 'yes that's correct' and then she handed it over to me and I started thinking 'what if this is a set-up' 'what if I can't get an erection' but I took it and unbelievably stuck it down the front of my top into my 36AA bra with the tiny jelly implants. She didn't seem to think this was funny or anything so I felt quite pleased with myself.
At that point The Lady said 'shall we go then?' and we all stood up with the chairs making a lot of noise being pushed back out. Suddenly I felt very fond of The Lady as not only did she seem to be making me money but she was coming with us! For my safety? Strange.
As we got ready to leave the table Monique reached into a carrier bag she's placed on the table and brought out what was clearly a strap-on dildo! My tummy jumped at this because I'd been told before by women that they were going to fuck me with a strap-on but it never came to anything and it looked like now it was finally going to happen. I felt so feminine and happy at the thought altho I don't feel any sexual arousal at my asshole. The fantasy has always been cerebral. I don't really understand why but straight away I could feel my penis rise and my balls tighten-up. As we walked out the kitchen I could see my cock swaying under my skirt.
Just as we reached the staircase with me in the middle of the little train of people Monique said 'Carol, one minute please' and beckoned her back to speak to her. I stopped at the foot of the stairs and watched them speaking. Monique had her back to me and I couldn't hear what she was saying but I stared in a sort of amazement at the width of her body and how the fat sat over her hips and her short knock-kneed legs. She looked strangely attractive and her short hair was very dark at the nape of her tanned neck. I was quite looking fwd to spending time with her. Anyway in the very short space of time this took I then heard The Lady say 'oh yes, that's no problem' and Monique then turned back towards the stairs and said to me quite assertively 'you can go up to the room' as if it were her house. I suddenly felt very self-conscious walking up in front of her. Nothing sexual. More to do with the fact I was worried about moving too quick and felt ridiculous going slow but we got to the top and I stepped across the landing to open the door and just as I put my hand on the handle heard Monique say 'wait'. I had a feeling she didn't want me to turn round so just stood facing the closed door and then I felt a hand under my skirt and trying to grab my balls so I let my feet slide apart on the carpet a little to make it easier for her. I was surprised at how firmly she squeezed them and worried that I might cum and she's be furious and want her money back but that was short-lived as next minute I felt a slap on the back of my head which wasn't nice and she said 'now go in' and I pushed the door open and walked in feeling very stupid and a little scared. Stupid because it was hard to walk and scared because it felt like things were turning ugly.
We got about 10' into the room and she let go of my balls which felt a little sore. My erection was gone and I consoled myself with the fact that I looked beautiful the last time I looked in the mirror and I could see my lovely legs and the friendly pink nail-polish through my stockings.
It was a big relief then when, after she said 'turn around' and we stood facing each other, she said 'don't run away from Monique again' and then 'suck' as she lifted a breast towards me. I had to bend down quite a lot to reach the teat and it was uncomfortable but she was rubbing my hair and saying 'good girl' so I was happy and could feel my genitals swelling up again. They would have been a sight for anyone sat behind me
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Home-time?
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Posted:May 20, 2019 9:34 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:52 pm 1867 Views
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As is natural when someone appears behind you unexpectedly you need to be careful not to stand up too quickly and bump your head so when the lady said 'Emma, I've got someone here to meet you' I tried to manoeuvre myself back out to face them all in one motion whilst keeping smiling and trying not to be too red-faced.
I sort of spun on the ball of my foot whilst squatting down to protect my head from the worktop above and then straightened up all in one seamless motion. I caught a glimpse of the stranger's feet as I rose from ground level and stood to face them.
It was perhaps only a millisecond glimpse but I didn't like the sensible sort of running shoes I saw and tried not to look the new lady up and down too much as I smiled at The Lady and her friend(?) but yes she had sort of khaki cargo pants on!
The Lady was in her usual black leggings and simple black sleeved top with nondescript black indoor shoes on. I actually quite liked that as I was used to it but didn't like this new person's navy & white 'running shoes' and brown trousers. Her red fleece-type top was ok I guess and she had a friendly enough smile but I'll get back to the visuals later.
I was now trying to work out what was happening and how to react. Say nothing? Let The Lady deal with it? Was I getting my cash?
So I just said 'oh hi. pleased to meet you' and smiled while brushing down my skirt and then I remembered the tea and said 'can I get you a tea or coffee?'
The stranger replied 'yes, just black tea with no sucre please' in a slightly unusual accent. She was definitely not Scottish anyway and sounded intelligent. Again all in a split second I was thinking 'black tea with no shoogar! what? the exact same as me? and I've just thrown the teabag away and will need to go thru the whole rigmarole again, why could you not have appeared 3 minutes earlier? and then considered saying 'oh that's the same as me' to act friendly but decided to just keep it simple and say 'that's no problem at all'. At least I didn't have to get the milk back out the fridge (I'd already put that in The Lady's coffee) which she was now holding.
So I went back over to the kettle area at the sink which was about 10' from where we were all standing and started making the new woman's tea and I sensed the ladies had moved over to the table at the opposite wall of the kitchen, which is quite large. Maybe 16' wide and a good bit longer. I didn't turn round or make any attempt to converse with them when I was making the tea but got the feeling they were relative strangers as the sparse conversation was very stilted - about traffic and the missed call/text. I wasn't sure exactly what they were doing either but heard the chairs being pulled out and things being put on the table.
When I finally finished the tea-making and turned round with both teas in hand to take over to where the ladies were I was somewhat surprised to see the new lady nearly naked with trousers over the back of chair and the navy shoes neatly placed on the floor under the table. I noticed The Lady trying to act nonchalant standing with her coffee looking towards the sink area whilst the new woman was finishing stripping-off with the self-conscious air of someone in the communal changing room at swimming baths.
I didn't want to crowd her personal space too much as I arrived at the table to put the tea down but at least she wasn't going to be bending down and possibly bumping her rear end into me as she was naked from the waist down already and was now pulling her t-shirt up over her head. It seemed to take her awhile to get the neck over her head and it really messed-up her hair which was a quite curly shortish bob. mid brown with lighter highlights. She must've heard the cup going on the table as the minute the t-shirt was of she turned round and said 'thank you' whilst un-hooking her bra. I smiled politely trying not to laugh at her messed-up hair and she let the bra slide down her arms then put it over the back of the chair and picked up the cup with her right hand and took a sip. I tried not to stare but her breast were enormous and still quite firm. I also caught sight of her bush poking out beneath her belly but overall I was impressed at how nice her skin was. sallow and healthy.
At this point the The Lady said 'why don't we take a seat? and everyone sat down. The Lady at the end of the table and me and the new woman in two adjacent chairs facing the wall.
It was at this point I noticed a bundle of scrunched-up £20 notes on the table near the new woman which explained the sort of clenched fists I saw when she was introduced. I'd assumed nerves or car keys.
Looks like I won't be finishing at 1pm after all I thought. Good job I have no other jobs on today 
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a day cleaning
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Posted:May 20, 2019 6:33 am
Last Updated:Nov 4, 2023 6:52 pm 2415 Views
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Soo ,there wasn't long to go: all the hoovering done, bathroom cleaned and now finishing up in the kitchen.
I was wiping-down the black gloss worktops, watching the steam dissipate and leav behind a nice shine which looked lovely in the shady kitchen. Kettle was just coming to the boil and the lady of the house, whom I hadn't seen for a couple of hours, was far way at the front door. I could hear faintly her voice and what sounded like another female voice.
It had been a nice easy shift and I looked down at my stockinged feet on the immaculate matte tiled floor that I'd been down, squatting and kneeling, cleaning earlier on.
I felt calm and content but there was the usual anxiety about getting paid. I hate this part of the job where it's almost time to go and the lucre isn't in my purse yet. I knew she'd pay but I hated the waiting around. Need to really start getting the folding stuff before I even get the hoover etc plugged in 
Anyway I figured it would be best to get changed back into my commuting clothes even tho there was still half an hour of my work-time to go so that I could make a quick exit once the cash was handed over. At the same time I was really loving my new demure maid's outfit. Altho it is less revealing than the old one it makes me feel really feminine due to the longer skirt. I also luv the way it helps me sweat on hot days like this. Why do I associate smell so much with femininity!? Just wish my feet were more stinky lol. Mb if I'd kept my shoes on they'd be more sticky in my stockings. My glans was nicely sensitive and a little sore from the heavy nylon skirt of the new dress rubbing on it as I's had a semi-erection most of the morning and my foreskin always rides back.
As i was mulling over these things the kettle clicked and brought me back to the now so I started making tea and coffee for The Lady as we always did at the end of my weekly shift. I'd just poured the boiling water into the cups and rather clumsily let the over-filled kettle drop back down to the worktop making a little thump when I heard the voices from the hall getting closer. Womens' steps on wooden floors. Lovely. No high heels clicking on the floor but clearly not mens' footsteps.
I was bending down under the counter to put the squeezed teabag into the small food-waste bin which lived on the floor under the far corner of the worktop and could feel the lovely sensation of air on my bare bum as I bent over when I was aware The Lady and someone else had came into the kitchen. It gave me a thrill to think my asshole would possibly be on full view to them. It would definitely have been with the old outfit on! Maybe they would lift the skirt up and degrade me in some way 
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