Patrick Hill: The secretary eats out

"No, no," Kimberly Alston said to Denise Tolar. "Something is wrong. I can't quite put my finger on it. It's something about your costume!"

Denise's face was noncommittal as she looked down at Kim, stretched out on the sofa. Kim ran her eyes up and down the blonde's body, studying the situation, while Denise shifted on her feet and waited for instructions.

Kim glanced at her watch, noting that Marty Wright was due to arrive soon. As obedient as always, Denise had agreed to a threesome with Kim and Marty. And to spice up the occasion, Kim had ordered the blonde to dress up like a French maid.

Denise, as usual, was more than thrilled to obey Kim. And the idea of playing servant to Kim and Marty was especially electrifying.

The blonde wore a lacy ebony apron, tightly tied around her waist, covering a black mini skirted dress, with white frills underneath. Her small firm tits were pushed together and upwards by the stiff built-in bra. She looked sexy, to say the least.

Kim continued to ponder what was wrong with Denise's costume. Then it hit her. "You've got too much on."

"But this is a French maid costume."

"Yes, I know. That's what's wrong."

"I can't very well be a French maid without the proper outfit."

Kim smiled. "I think I've just changed my mind."

"You don't want me to be a maid?" Denise sounded hurt.

"Oh, no. I want you to be our maid. It's just that you are overly, dressed. First, the dress comes off. On second thought, everything comes off, except your stockings and apron."

"Everything?"

"Uh-huh," devilish Kim purred. "Bare tits are the way to go. You know how much boys like tits."

"And men," Denise added.

"And men," Kim chuckled. "And no panties. I want Marty to get a good look at your cute little ass."

The blonde hurried into the bedroom and returned to the living room, ten minutes later, for further inspection. This time Denise wore nothing but a garter belt, stockings, the tiny lace apron and spike-heels. She turned for the brunette's approval and showed her luscious white ass, framed by her garter belt and ebony nylons.

Denise turned back to face Kim and the brunette noticed that the blonde had dabbed some bright red lipstick on her erect nipples. Then she lifted her apron to Kim's amazed eyes. Denise had rouged her cunt-lips, which pouted wantonly from her bald pussy.

"I like it," Kim said. "The lipstick is a nice touch. And you look delicious, good enough to eat." The blonde eyed her with a lustful look, wondering if that was an invitation. Kim read the message in Denise's eyes. "Not now dear. Later."

The doorbell rang and, without being told, Denise hurried over and opened the door, to reveal a goggle-eyed Marty Wright.

"Golly gee, Ms. Taylor, I didn't know you'd be here!"

"Surprise!" Kim laughed as she walked up behind the blonde. "Denise has agreed to be our maid. You don't mind, do you, Marty? I thought you might like that."

The boy's face blushed red as his eyes raked over the cute blonde's bare tits. "This must be a dream."

"It's no dream," Kim snickered. "Would you like to come in?"

Marty almost tripped as he walked over the threshold, but managed to retain his balance. Denise closed the door and turned to Marty and Kim.

Kim glanced down at the gigantic bulge in the boy's crotch, his head turned to look at the almost naked blonde.

"Don't you know how to say hello, Marty," Kim said, acting hurt. "You haven't even kissed me, yet."

"Oh, sorry." Marty leaned forward and kissed Kim, their lips melting together, their tongues entwining. She ran her fingers over the bulge in his crotch and playfully pinched his cock beneath the denim.

"Denise loves big cocks," Kim said as her lips parted from Marty's. "Don't you, darling?"

Denise blushed and nodded. The blonde was still not used to the idea of presenting herself bare-titted to one of the former stock-boys from work. It was all so confusing and new. All so wantonly exciting!

Kim recognized Denise's discomfort and loved it. She teased the blonde by pulling on her left rouged nipple. "Get me a VO and water. Bring Marty a Coke."

Denise curtsied and obediently turned to walk to the bar. Marty hissed his pleasure at the sight of her bare ass-cheeks wiggling away from him.

"You like asses, don't you?" Kim asked Marty.

The boy wiped his sweating face with his hand and nodded. "Golly gee, yes."

Kim chuckled and patted the boy on the cheek. She had definite plans for Marty and Denise's ass. It was a desire that had plagued her for some time. To see Marty fucking Denise's tight asshole. And today that fantasy would be fulfilled.

For the next half hour, Kim and Marty reined on the sofa as the bare-titted blonde maid waited on them, serving them food and drink. They chatted endlessly about everything and nothing.

Marty, of course, had a difficult time keeping his mind on the conversation. He was completely taken by the blonde secretary. Every time Denise walked into the living room carrying a serving tray, the boy's eyes were glued to her bare jiggling tits, with their rouged nipples, and her long legs sensuously covered in dark nylons. Then when she turned her back, Marty caught his breath at the lovely sight of her rounded ass-cheeks. At times it seemed more than he could stand to bear, without doing something about it.

Kim was well aware of Marty's interest in Denise. "Denise, let Marty play with your tits. Hell, you've gotten him all hot. Let him have some fun."

Blushing, Denise nodded and submissively knelt between Marty's legs. The boy held out his hands and the blonde leaned forward, dropping her tits into his waiting and sweaty palms. Denise recoiled from the tingling feel of wetness, then settled her tits in his hands.

The boy bounced her tit-flesh up and down as if weighing them. Then he palmed them, squeezed her tits, using his fingers to delicately tug at her rouged nipples. Denise leaned her head back and closed her eyes, running her hot tongue over her lips, quivering from the pleasure created by Marty's wonderful hands on her tits. She had never before felt such twitching delight from the manipulation of her tits. It was heaven!

"You know, Marty, she'll do anything I want her to," Kim said.

Marty's eyes widened as he reluctantly released his grip and sat back on the sofa, his face flushed with excitement. He gasped, "Anything?"

"Anything at all," Kim chuckled. "Now, isn't that a lovely thought?"

Marty nodded, shifting about on the sofa, trying to find some comfort from the bulging cock confined within his tight jeans. His cock wanted out. And if it didn't get some immediate attention, Marty was sure it would burst through his fly.

"Come along to the bathroom," Kim hissed. Denise moaned as Kim stood and took her hand, leading her down the hall to the bathroom. Marty followed the two women down the hall, his eyes glued on the blonde's wiggling ass. He was uncertain about what was going to happen, but was trembling with the excitement of anticipation. Kim was still dressed, he hadn't seen any of her body yet and though he had seen her luscious body many times before, every new view was like the first. An absolute knock-out. Marty stopped at the entrance to the bathroom and watched with lust-filled eyes as Kim slipped her lacy panties off her feet. Then she lifted her skirt and sat down on the toilet.

Kim was amused at the shock in the boy's eyes and had to chuckle. She opened her thighs wide to reveal more of her hairy crotch. Watching Marty's face, to see how he was reacting, she quivered with lust and pissed noisily into the toilet bowl. She was delighted at the look of disbelief in the boy's eyes and confusion on his face.

Once Kim had finished peeing, she stood up and flushed the toilet. She turned to face the blonde, still holding her dress at her waist, and planted her right foot on the toilet seat.