Maid to Order Read Online Free PDF Page B

imagine him, cock in his hand, full of guilt and dirty lust as he masturbated over the sight of me powdering my bottom slit.
    Really, I was no better; enjoying the feel of my fingertip in the soft, powdery dimple of my bumhole, tickling to make my ring twitch and spreading my cheeks to inspect my rear view. I was soaking, my pussy lips pale and smooth, pinkish white where I’d powdered, but glistening and rosy in my slit, while the mouth of my bumhole showed as a tiny, moist star at the centre of my powdery ring.
    I wanted my hairbrush up, and to walk about nude with it sticking out from between my cheeks, openly dirty. Then he’d have known what I was up to, or would he? Maybe he’d still think he was really spying on me and get an even bigger kick out of it because I was being a dirty little bitch, or maybe he’d just kick the door down, put me over his knee, pull the hairbrush out, spank me with it until I howled and then make me suck on the handle while he fucked me over the bed.
    The thought was almost too much. My hand had gone to my pussy and I was cupping my mound with my bottom pushed out behind, thinking of how long it was since I’d been entered. All I had to do was open the door and I could get it; a fat, brown cock thrust up me for a good, hard fucking. He wasn’t right though, not for that, fine to watch me, to spank me, to fiddle with me and make me feel dirty and small, but not to fuck me.
    I had to come anyway; I could no longer hold back. My hands were shaking as I went back to my pretence of innocently getting changed, but when I opened the wardrobe and saw the rude maid’s outfit hanging there I knew my orgasm wouldn’t be the same unless I dressed up. It took all my will power to do it, holding off from my need as I made a show of putting the uniform on. My stockings came first, each leg raised to the bed as I rolled them on and clipped my suspenders into place; making a point of checking that the tension was just right so that I could pose with my pussy and bum still bare between the nylon and lace of my undies. The froufrou panties followed; huge things that came right up to my waist but left most of my cheeks spilling out behind. I pulled them up tight to give myself what my American friends called a camel toe, with the white cotton taut over my shaved mound and caught in a furrow between my lips.
    ‘Camel toe cunt.’
    My words sounded loud in the quiet of the chalet, and wonderfully dirty, bringing back memories of posing in little cut down jeans shorts to give the boys a thrill, or in nothing but tiny red bikini briefs pulled up tight between my cheeks while Penny spanked me. I looked just as sexy in my froufrous, and deliciously available, as if being in such a silly garment made it very clear that I could be pinched, and groped, and spanked.
    If the front looked silly, the rear view was ridiculous, a great puff of frills sticking out over my bum, but see-through, so that my slit showed beneath, while the little lacy panel that covered the turn of my cheeks meant that when I bent over I was going to be showing pretty well everything. I was going to have to bend too, and I’d been taught to do it properly, from the hips with my back pulled in so my bottom sticks out, round and tempting with the bulge of my pussy peeping out from between my thighs.
    I spent a while posing, but being topless spoilt the teasing effect so I hurried into the frilly underskirt, the dress and heels. With the laces done up at the front I actually had a little cleavage, which felt nice and looked the part, but I knew that wouldn’t be what Mr Hegedus wanted to see. Bum and pussy were more his style.
    He was going to get plenty. Pausing only to put my hair up in a ponytail, I began to pose again, pretending I was serving at table and admiring the way my froufrous showed under my skirt as I bent with my bottom pushed out to the mirror. It was deliciously rude, with just a hint of my bumhole visible through the lace