Next morning we see mother off at the front door.
Mother: “Oh Mr. Townshend, thank you for having me again. I’ve had a wonderful time, and I enjoyed being with the boys ever so much!”
Mr. Townshend: “You’re very welcome, Jean. Unfortunately, I’m sure some of them may need more help again soon.”
Mother: “Yes, but you know I’m always ready to come at a moment’s notice!”
We watch her drive off and go back inside.
Mr. Townshend: “Well Paige, we’ve got the contractors coming tomorrow and then we have our trip. I want to buy you some new clothes for the resort, so let’s go shopping after lunch. How do you feel about a few old-fashioned lingerie sets paired with some elegant dresses. We’ll also get you some good wigs as you’ll be seeing some of the same people every day…and anything else you want. Oh, and I popped something in your clothes room for you. Why don’t you go have a look.”
I rush back inside and upstairs to find two largeish boxes. I tear off the wrapping and: two sets of breast plates, a perfect match with my skin color and with biggish breasts just the right size to attract attention. I take one in my hands. It’s quite heavy but not too bad, and I see it pulls over my head and will come up to my neck so it’ll look completely natural. I may need dresses with straps to cover the join with my skin at the shoulders, but I don’t care. They’re perfect!
I rush back downstairs.
“Oh thank you! They’re perfect!”
I throw my arms around Mr. Townshend’s neck and kiss him.
“I thought you’d like them! I have the measurements here for help when we go shopping this afternoon.”
Fast-forward to after lunch and shopping
My clothes room is full of shopping bags and boxes. I have four full sets of old-fashioned lingerie, new stockings for the new garter belts, some very sexy nightwear, five new dresses, three pairs of heels, a few tops, some accessories, and the new wigs. I’d also seen a school uniform store in the plaza, and I thought a proper uniform might come in useful some time so I’d persuaded Mr. Townshend to buy a full outfit, including bag and loafers, for his “daughter”. He loved the idea. I spend the rest of the afternoon sorting things out and trying them on, and it’s almost dinner time.
I slip a breast form on. The fit is perfect. What to wear: a G-string, an off-the-shoulders maxi with straps just wide enough to hide where the breast form joins with shoulders, and brown high-heeled sandals. The maxi sits nicely at the top of my breasts, and you can see I’m not wearing a bra. Perfect. I put on some of the new accessories, redo my lips, squirt on some perfume, and go down to the kitchen.
Mt. Townshend is behind the island.
“Oh dear, Paige. You look gorgeous! And you have breasts! Come here so I can get a better look!”
I sashay across and pose in front of him.
“You like?”
“I like!”
“You know, I think I’m just going to have to fuck you right here before we eat!”, and he starts undoing his trousers. I help him until I have his cock out and in my hands.
“Hmmm, hard already? So you’re not tired of little Paige?”
His answer is to spin me around, lift up my maxi and hump me on the spot. I love it! I feel him come, wiggle my arse for him, and grind a little.
“Any more yummies for little Paige?”
He laughs.
“Yes sweetie, but they’re on the plates!”
We finish dinner and have a quiet evening.
We’re in bed together, me in a new baby doll slowly stroking Mr. Townshend’s cock.
“The contractors will be here at eight tomorrow, Paige. You’d like to meet them, wouldn’t you?”
“You know I would!”
“Well, remember to wear something they’ll remember you by!”
Next morning
I get up early, shower, do my makeup (laying it on heavy and giving myself big lips) and put a blonde wig on. I’d thought about what to wear for the workmen before I went to sleep. I’d bought some very tight stretch denim shorts that came up to my waist and showed off my bum, and I’d wear a white cling-tight sleeveless top one size too small so my breasts would be on show, coupled with a pair of strappy espadrilles with a really high platform heel. And bling. Always bling.
I was ready before eight, and went downstairs.
“Wow Paige! The workmen’s power tools might go into overdrive when they see you like that!”
“That’s the plan!”
“I told them I have to go out soon so you’ll be alone with them all day.”
“Oh, poor me!”
The doorbell rings and Mr. Townshend goes to answer. There is a bit of talking, he goes outside, and comes back in with one of the workers.
“Paige, can you show Ted upstairs to the room? He’s the only one today. He says the others won’t be here until tomorrow.”
“No problem!
I step out from behind the kitchen island, walk across to where they’re standing, hold out my hand, and smile my best smile.”
“Hi I’m Paige, follow me!”
Ted shakes my hand but his eyes are all over the rest of me. Then he snaps out of it.
“Hi, nice to meet you Paige. Thanks.”
I walk up the stairs ahead of him, and I know he’s watching my arse.
We go along the hall and I show him the door.
“This is it! I’ll be downstairs if you need anything.”
I go back down to Mr. Townshend.
“I’m off now sweetie. Looks like it’s just the two of you today!”
I pout.
“Oh cheer up!”
I tidy up in the kitchen for a bit, then decide to see what Ted’s doing. I get to the top of the stairs and everything is quiet. I’m on the point of calling out, but I stop and just walk quietly up the hallway.
I’m almost to the door of mother’s room when I hear “ooh…ooh…ooh”. I peek around the door and see that Ted has dropped his trousers and is standing at the window jerking off.
“Thinking about me?”
He literally jumps, turns around with his cock still in his hand, looks down, tries to hide it, realizes he can’t, and reaches for his pants.
I walk into the room smiling.
“Let me finish off for you.”
I get on my knees in front of him, take hold of his still-hard cock, and stroke it slowly.
“Want me to suck it?”
He nods.
I put my hand at the base and start slowly working my mouth and tongue over it.
Ted moans.
“Like that?”
“You bet.”
“Wanna come?”
He nods again, so I suck faster and faster, and he shoots his load.
“Oh fuck, that’s better…”
I swallow and stand up.
“I’ve been downstairs thinking about you.”
“Yeah, well, I’ve been thinking about you too.”
“Wanna fuck me a bit later?”
“You bet?”
“Wanna do it to me in the arse? You’ll enjoy it, I guarantee.”
He grins.
“I’ve got to tell you one thing though. I have a little dickie between my legs. Do you mind?”
“What the…? But, you look just like a girl.”
“I am a girl, Ted. Forget about the dick. I’ll show you a better time than most women ever will.”
“Well, you do give good head.”
“Wait ‘til you see what I do with my arse!”
That breaks the ice, and he seems happy with how things are panning out.
“Better pull your pants up and do some work. We have all day…”
I leave him to it. It’s only 9am, and I wonder what to do while he’s busy.
Then I remember the truck stop. It’s early morning and broad daylight, and it might be risky, but I can always take an Uber, have a look before I get out, and come straight back if it doesn’t feel right.
I go upstairs, pull out the cheap tote bag I used last time, get some condoms and lube, and throw them in together with my makeup and usual stuff.
“Ted?”
He peeks around the door with a large box of stuff in his hand.
“I have to go out for about an hour. You’ll be the only one here, so I’ll lock the door. I’ll leave my phone number on the kitchen island just in case you need it.”
He nods.
“Does your dad let you go out dressed like that?”
Oh, he’s not my dad…and lots of girl dress like this! Guys love it!”
I leave my number, book the Uber, lock the door and wait outside.
It comes in about five minutes. I get in, the driver looks at my outfit, rechecks the destination, and asks:
“Nice house, honey. You live here?”
“No. Just spent the night with a satisfied customer.”
He sneers, and we set off. He’s watching me in the rear mirror, so I start fiddling with my phone.
“How old are you, honey?”
“Eighteen.”
“Sure?”
“Quite sure.”
“How about a freebie before work?”
I think for a second, and decide that refusing might be risky.
“Sure.”
I see a parking lot next to some shops up ahead.
“Pull in and I’ll suck you right there in the front seat.”
He pulls in and stops, and I get out and move to the front.
“You’re really fucking hot, you know?”
“Thanks.”
I really want to get this over with.
I unzip him, take his cock out, and lean over it. He thumps my head down onto it.
“Better do a good job, bitch.”
I use my best cock-sucking techniques at fairly high speed, and he comes.
“Fuck, that was good baby. Now swallow it.”
No choice, down it goes. My phone buzzes in my bag. Time to get creative.
“That’ll be my pimp. I’ve got to answer it.”
He nods, and I pick up. It’s the home phone, so it must be Ted. I just start talking.
“Sure, yes yes, I know…look, I’m really sorry. Yes, yes…” I ask the guy I’d just sucked where we are. He tells me. I give the address over the phone. “Yes, I’ll wait here”, and I hang up.
“Oh shit, that was my pimp. He’s waiting at the truck stop and I’m not there and he’s really pissed and he’s coming here. Believe me, you really don’t want to be here when he gets here.”
The guy turns pale and tells me to get out. I take my bag and he drives off in a hurry. I call the home phone and Ted picks up.
“What was all that? What address?”
“Sorry Ted. I’ll be back as soon as I can. I’ll explain then.”
I stop to collect myself. Close call. I’m surprised I’m so calm.
I text Jerry.
“Busy?”
“Not really.”
“Pick me up here (I type the address)?”
“Sure. Why there?’
“Tell you when I see you. Oh, and can you bring me some pills?”
He’s here in about 15 minutes. I’ve fixed myself up in the meantime. I’m not surprised that he gets mad when I tell him what happened.
“Shit Paige. You’ve gotta be careful!”
“I know. Sorry. Can you take me home?”
“Sure, but I can’t stay long. Will you be OK?”
“Yes, there’s a workman there so I’ll be fine.”
We get back and he walks me inside. Ted must have heard us because he’s at the top of the stairs. He looks at me questioningly.
“Sorry Ted. I just thought the call was from someone else.”
I introduce Jerry.
“Jerry brought me home. How’s the work coming? I’ll fix you a drink and something to eat a little bit later.”
“OK, thanks.” And he goes back to work.
“Paige, what are you taking? Did you just suddenly grow tits?”
I explain.
“They look really fucking hot.”
I put my arms around him and kiss him.
“I know! And thank you for coming to my rescue!”
“Looks like you handled it pretty well by yourself.”
I reach down and grab his cock.
“I can handle this pretty well by myself too.”
“Paige, you got time for a fuck? But I need to be quick.”
I’m out of my shorts in no time, leaning against a kitchen stool and pushing my butt out towards him. He thrusts inside me and starts banging hard.
“Oh shit! Jerry…that’s great...keep going!”
I can see the staircase in a large mirror just outside the kitchen area. Ted is watching from the top, and he’s touching himself. This afternoon could be fun.
I walk Jerry out and get the pills from him before he goes. Then I remember something and pop upstairs.
“Ted, why did you call me?”
“Oh, one of the other guys called. He said he’d be here at 2pm to help.”
The afternoon was looking even better.
“Paige?”
“”Yes?”
“Smiling: “You’re missing your shorts!”
I run down to get them and then go into my clothes room.
I take one of the pills, and thirty minutes later I emerge as a maid: blonde twin tails with a maid’s headband, a black choker around my neck, a very short one-piece dress that’s cut to show my breasts, a little white apron, frilly bloomers, maid’s wristbands, thigh-high white stockings, and black high heels with a strap across the front.
“Ted? Can I get you your drink and snack now?”
I hear him walking to the door.
“Yes Paige, that’d be…….fuck, you look….so damned…hot…”
I curtsy.
When I was younger, my mother had taught me to speak with a British accent. I could do a near-perfect imitation, and I rolled it out now.
“Thank you Sir. Sir, you seem to be experiencing another erection. Would you like me to fellate you once you’ve had your refreshment?”
He’s surprised for a second, then: “Fuck yes!”
“Then come downstairs please, and I’ll prepare your drink and snack.”
I go first, knowing his eyes are glued to me.
“Please sit at the kitchen bench Sir. I won’t be a moment.”
I go to the fridge and bend over as far as I can to get the soda, and then I reach higher than I need in the cupboard to get the cookies. I get a glass and a plate, pour the drink and place the cookies, go around the island to where he’s sitting, and put them in front of him.
“Will that be sufficient Sir?”
“Ah, yes. Thanks Paige.”
I take a seat next to him and place my crossed hands on my legs.
“Please tell me when you’re ready for me to fellate you Sir.”
He drains the soda in one gulp, eats two cookies at once, and stands up.
“How about now?”
“Certainly Sir. I think you’d be more comfortable in the study.”
I take his hand, lead him into the study, and stand him back-on to one of the easy chairs.
“May I remove your trousers and undergarment Sir?”
“Go for it.”
I kneel in front of him, unzip and lower his work pants, and then pull his boxers down.
“”Sir, you may be more comfortable if you step out of them.”
He does.
“Sir, you have a splendid erection. I’m so looking forward to pleasing you with my mouth.”
He is super-super hard now.
“Please sit down, and if you don’t mind, I’ll start now.”
He sits and, still kneeling, I bend in, grasp his cock in my right hand, and kiss it very gently. As I kiss it I part my lips until I can take the head in my mouth, and I roll my tongue along its underside. He flinches.
“Did I hurt you Sir? I’m so sorry.”
“No, it’s fucking great.”
“I’m so glad.”
I lift his cock with my hand, place my tongue at its base, and slowly work my way back up.
“Ohfuckthat’ssogoodPaige.”
When I reach the head I take him until the whole shaft is in and move slowly back and forth over it, changing the pressure of my lips as I go. I’m getting worried he might come so I release him for a moment.
“Sir, if at any time you would prefer to perform anal sex on me, all you have to do is say so. I’d be very happy to take you inside me.”
“How about now.”
“Certainly Sir. What position do you prefer?”
“Ah, why don’t you bend over the desk there?”
“Certainly Sir. I have some lubricant in my apron pocket. I’ll place it on the desk for your consideration. Would you like to lower my bloomers, or shall I do it myself ?”
“I’ll do it.”
I put the lube on the desk, assume the position, and he comes in behind me. He lifts my skirt, peels my bloomers down to the bottom of my butt, parts my cheeks, and lubes me slowly.
“Oh Sir, that feels delightful. I always enjoy lubrication before penetr….”
And he’s in and wasting no time.
I start breathing heavily.
“Oh Sir, Oh my word…Oh.”
He’s pumping me so hard I know he’s going to shoot soon.
“Sir, if I may. I’d be…very happy…if…you…Oh Sir…climaxed inside me.”
And he obliges, adding a few more thrusts to get the last of it out.
“Fuck Paige, where the hell did you learn to do that? I’ve never seen anything like it! That’s the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had!”
“I’m glad Sir is satisfied. If he would kindly withdraw his penis and pass me some tissues, I will return myself to a more presentable state.”
He does and I do.
“Where…the...hell...did…that come from?”
I smile.
“I thought you might like it!”
“Fucking right!”
“I told you, didn’t I?”
“I gotta admit it. You did, you did. Oh shit, I’d better get back to work.”
“I can make you some lunch later if you like.”
“Thanks, but I’ve got a lunchbox.”
“OK. Bring it down when you’re ready and we can eat together. By the way, do you think your friend would like Paige the maid?”
“He’s just a work buddy, we don’t really know each other. Same with the guy coming tomorrow.”
I think about my shopping.
“Oh, OK. What about the daughter of the house giving him a quick blowjob in her school uniform?”
“Every guy I know would kill for that. But…you’re not the daughter…”
“He won’t know that! Same with the guy coming tomorrow!”
“You can’t get enough, can you!”
I smile: “No.”
“Well, you do what you want. I’ll be that monkey, you know? Hear nothing, see nothing.”
“You’re so sweet! See you at lunchtime!”
We eat lunch together a little later and I tell him about my relationship with Mr. Townshend.
“Fuck, you’re one lucky young lady, Paige.
“I know, he does everything for me, and I do whatever he wants. It’s perfect!”
It was 1pm and Ted said he had to get back to work, so I tidy up in the kitchen and and to my clothes room to become the schoolgirl daughter.
I kept the blond hair and rummaged in the fresh laundry bin for the tie-up panties and bra I’d lent my mother. The new uniform is a blue/grey ribbon necktie, a white shirt, a blue blazer with the school badge on it, and a blue/grey plaid skirt matched with white knee-high socks. I keep the heavy eye makeup but dial back the lips to a pink gloss, and when I slip into the black loafers I look pretty much like a regular schoolgirl. I pop a couple of books in the schoolbag and go to show Ted.
“Hey Ted, what do you think?”
He turns around.
“Can’t see anything...but if you were there I’m sure you’d look fucking hot!”
I laugh: “I’ll be ‘home from school’ about 2:30!”
“See you then!”
I decide to go down to the cabana and hang out there until 2:30.
At 2:30 I go around the side of the house and see a second pickup truck. The second guy has arrived. I unlock the front door and go into the house.
“Ted, it’s Paige. I’m back from school. You up there?”
“Hi Paige. Yep, we’re up here!”, he yells back.
I run up the stairs and peek through the door of mother’s room.
“Wow, it’s looking different!”
They both stop and turn around.
The new guy is probably in his early 20s. He’s blond with a decent tan, and has country boy written all over him. His shirt is off and he’s just wearing work shorts. He’s also sweating, and the drops highlight his abs.
“”Paige, this is Greg. Greg, Mr. Townshend’s daughter Paige.”
Hi Greg. You look hot.”
He reddens.
“Oh, sorry, I meant ordinary hot hot.”
“No problem ma’am!”
“Call me Paige! Can I fix you a cool drink?”
“That would be great Paige, thanks.”
“Ted?”
“No, I’m fine Paige.”
“OK, I’ll call you when it’s ready.”
I walk out the door and stop in the hall to hear what happens.
“Jesus, did you see that? I could lay that on the floor and fuck it right here!”
“Careful Greg, that’s the customer’s daughter you’re talking about.”
“Yeah, yeah, I know…but I can think about it!”
“That you can.”
I put my schoolbag in the clothes room, hitch my skirt up a little, and go downstairs to make him a drink. I make one for me, too. I take a few minutes over it, then call him.
“Hey, Greg, come and get it!”
In a moment he’s on his way down the stairs in his shorts, and I motion for him to sit at the bench.
“Mind if I sit next to you?”
“No Paige, sure!”
He downs his drink in no time.
“Want another?”
“Please”
I go to the fridge, bend over to show him my panties, and get him a refill.
We chat for a bit, then:
“You have really nice abs, Greg. Do you work out much?”
“Yep, quite a bit.”
“They look really hard. Can I feel them?”
“If you want.”
I reach across and poke them with my fingers.
“Wow, they are really hard!”
And his cock was getting hard too. I move my hand from his abs to his groin. He reaches across for me, but I stop him.
“I’m having my period. How about a blowjob instead?”
He nods, gets up, and starts unzipping his shorts.
“Let’s go behind the bench.”
I take his hand and lead him behind the bench. He drops his shorts and boxers and takes his cock in his hand. It’s reasonably thick and pretty long, but nothing I can’t handle.
“All yours, Paige.”
I plan to take my time, but he just pushes himself in, grabs the back of my head, and starts face fucking me hard.
“Greg, you done down there? Work to do, work to do.”
“Yeah, coming Ted. Be done in just a minute.”
And he shoots right into the back of my throat…and again…and again. He pulls out and reaches across the bench to my drink.
“Here, wash it down with this. Thanks.”
He get back into his boxers and shorts and jogs up the stairs.
Well, that was disappointing.
I go to the bathroom to spit his jizz out and rinse my mouth. The I go upstairs to redo my lips. I love my sex with Mr. Townshend. It’s special somehow. I love being with him, and I’m really looking forward to going on our trip as his wife. But I need an edge when I’m fucking other guys: being a slut at a trailer park, taking the two Nigerians in the cabana, getting done by Mitsu and his friends, fooling Jerry, being disciplined by Mr. Edelmann. Being a maid for Ted was fun too. But I had to keep the edge there.
Maybe…..hmmmm…..might be fun….
I keep out of Ted’s and Greg’s way until Mr. Townshend gets back at 4:30.
“Hi sweetie.”
He looks at my uniform.
Oooh, I see! How was school? And how are the workmen?”
I pout.
“Oh…what’s wrong?”
“Well, the workman aren’t as much fun as I was hoping, and it’s noisy with all the work, and…”
He looks at me and smiles: “And?”
“And…I was wondering….if it’s possible, I mean, because I’d sort of like to if I could…”
Mr. Townshend raises his eyebrows.
“I was wondering if I could go to the resort tomorrow and spend a couple of days relaxing before you come. I know you have to wait until the work’s finished here, but I can have a rest and be fresh and ready for you when you come and we can have a marvelous time…and…”
“Paige, if that’s what you’d like. But I need to call the resort and see if I can change the reservation. Give me a little while.”
“Oh, you’re so sweet!!” And I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a long wet kiss.
He comes back in about 15 minutes.
“All done, my dear. You can have our suite two days early, and check-in is 3pm. Dress smartly and just say it’s for Mrs. Paige Townshend…you won’t need to show anything, and you can put everything on room charge. I also arranged for a hire car to take you there. It’s only an hour, and you can take all your luggage with you. The driver will be here at 1:15 tomorrow.”
“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
And I rush upstairs to pack.
