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Chapter 4: A Pretty New Maid

Our bodies pressed together, our petticoats crushed in a rustling mass of lace. My cock pushed up into it, held up by my panties. Soft lace brushed against my tip, making my legs tingle as she kissed me. I wobbled in my heels, my legs suddenly weak. Violet broke the kiss and giggled, shoving me towards the bed. I fell across it, laying sideways, my feet hanging off one end.

"That way we don't have to worry about you falling down," she said with a wink.

Then she was on top of me, kissing my face and jaw and neck and a sliver of exposed collarbone, buried beneath the lace of my collar. Her hands were on my hands, then on my hips, then digging through the endless gossamer layers of my petticoat. Her fingers brushed over the tent in my panties, then pulled them back, my cock springing out into the cloud of silk.

I moaned, and she giggled. "Now we can get back to this."

The sensation of my cock in my petticoat — and the knowledge that it was my petticoat holding my dress aloft — made butterflies erupt in my stomach. Caressed by soft lace, my rear covered in black satin, my legs glazed in sheer silk. My body was overwhelmed in feminine sensations, all of them melting down into a single thought that blazed through my mind.

You like this. You want this.

She slithered down my body, one hand gliding across my dress while the other ran circles around my cock. The motion made my dense petticoats rustle and whisper, the sounds loud in my ears. I'd never worn clothes that made noise like that. Why had I waited so long?

"Does that feel nice?" Violet asked.

I nodded, rubbing my legs together. My silk stockings buzzed softly against each other. The feeling made my breath catch in my throat, a tiny moan slipping out of my mouth. They hugged my legs in a gentle embrace, tugged across my skin with a smooth sensuousness that made my back and neck tingle.

The maid swirled her tongue around my cock, sucking and licking and kissing me. I'd never been so turned on in my life. I couldn't even see her. Her head was buried beneath my skirts, my stocking-covered legs wrapped around her shoulders. She had pulled my panties down almost the instant I had settled them into place. They were still hooked around one ankle.

"I love how your cock looks in this," she moaned, one hand finding its way to my nipple and pinching it through the satin. "You look so pretty like this."

That shouldn't turn me on as much as it does.

"I — I feel pretty," I moaned.

The words felt foreign in my mouth, but I liked how they tasted. There was something illicit about them, like I was uttering a truth we all knew but couldn't admit. Saying it aloud broke the taboo, and suddenly, my mind was abuzz with new thoughts. Things I had never let myself think before.

_You're wearing a dress and you like it. You_want_ to be in a dress. You want to be in stockings. All of this feels right, like nothing else has before._

Violet slurped loudly, her fingers stroking my nipple through the satin of the dress. More thoughts spilled into my mind, the speed mounting as my orgasm crept steadily closer.

I want to do this again and again. This can't be the last time I put on panties. This can't be the last time I wear a petticoat. I want to be a maid for the summer.

And maybe longer.

"Violet —" I croaked. "I'm — I'm going to cum!"

She released me immediately. Her warm mouth was replaced by the cool caress of the petticoat, the sudden change in sensation a shock to my system that made me gasp and sit upright. My cock twitched angrily in the cloud of silk. It was like being kicked in the stomach.

"You can't!" she gasped, real worry on her face.

"You said I could if I put this on!" I exclaimed, screwing up my face. "What the fuck was the point of the dress if I can't cum?"

She bit her lip. "I — I just don't want you to yet." Then her voice got stronger. "I… I like seeing you horny. I like teasing you."

"This whole thing has been a tease," I complained.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, her voice suddenly laden with arousal. "Is it the panties?"

Her fingers found the waistband within the quaking mass of silk and snapped it against my tender skin.

"It's you, Violet," I objected. "Not the panties."

"Are you sure?" she continued. "It's not your soft stockings?"

Her hand slid across them, running from the back of my knee up my thigh until it disappeared beneath my skirt. Her knuckle bumped into my cock.

"No," I moaned as her fingers wrapped around it again. "No, it's not that."

"Well, there's only one thing left," she whispered, kissing me. "I should have guessed."

"Your incredible hands?" I ventured.

"No," she giggled as she began to stroke me. "You're turned on by all of it. By putting on a dress and panties and stockings."

Even if I had wanted to object, her careful, precise teasing of my cock was like a vice on my throat. I couldn't say anything as long as she kept it up.

"Because this is what you want to be," she continued. "A pretty sissy maid."

It was everything I could do to stop myself cumming right there.