Fishnets / French Maid Ch. 02

I woke up at my apartment the next morning, a Saturday, remembering how it felt getting fucked by several men in a single day. Wondering if I was gay, or maybe just exploring stuff now that I was involuntarily single again.

I took a notepad and pen out of my nightstand, did a Not Gay versus Gay comparison.

the Not Gay column:

Fucked a lot of women.

Liked it.

A lot.

the Gay column:

Yesterday, wore a French maid costume and fishnets for several men.

Got on my knees and sucked cocks.

Swallowed cum.

Got cum splattered on my face.

Got assfucked. Twice. Let them cum inside me.

Liked all this.

I stared at the columns. Hunh. Be honest.

Crossed out "Liked all this", substituted "Loved it."

Pondered it a bit. Crossed out the "Gay" heading, wrote "Manslut".

Eh. I can live with that.

My phone chimed with an incoming text. I picked it up. One old text from last night, from my oh so recently ex-girlfriend, Dakota. A fresh one from Terrance, the guy who mouthfucked and assfucked me on two separate "dates" yesterday.

My heart leaped at the text from Dakota.

Maybe she's reconsidering breaking up with me?

These feelings, I thought - decidedly in the "Not Gay" column.

Opened the text. "Changed my mind. I want my lingerie back. Freshly washed, please. No cum stains from you jacking off."

My first instinct was to tell her to fuck off. Then I remembered how I felt being mistreated yesterday by arsehole men. Don't be one of * those * guys, dammit.

"OK, but on one condition."

She texted back two minutes later. "What?"

"Let me first model the lingerie for you. Aren't you at least curious how I look?"

She quickly texted back an eyeroll emoji, then "Fine. Whatever. If the last image you want me to remember you as is a dude in a dress, I can bleach my eyeballs after. Or drink a lot of Merlot."

"How about I just give you the money for a new outfit?"

"Cause I don't want to be your enabler into faggotdom."

"Soo... you still care about me?"

About a dozen eyeroll emojis. "Don't get your hopes up. Meet you at your place, one pm?"

" 'K."

Waited to see if Dakota had any other comments. Nope.

Opened Terrance's text. "Hey, beautiful. Had a wonderful time yesterday. Can I see you today? Talk and hang out?"

Hang out? Is that discreet code for 'fuck'?

"Umm. Maybe. Dakota is gonna come by around one, repo the lingerie I wore for you. After I model it for her."

"You sly dog. Her idea? You getting back together with her?"

"Nah. My idea. Pretty sure her comments about me being 'a dude in a dress', and about not wanting to be an enabler of my descent into 'faggotdom' -- that's not hinting at a newfound acceptance of me."

"Ouch. You still have feelings for her?"

"Yeah. Dammit."

"She's so wrong for you. You need someone who accepts you as a gorgeous woman."

"Stop. You're making me blush." My turn to deploy the dreaded eyeroll emoji.

"Hey. Long as you're dressing up one last time, maybe I can stop by about 10 am, see you first?"

"Oh, hell no. At my place instead of yours? Gotta be more discreet than that."

"Discreet for who, exactly? Your neighbors? Do you live in a 'Homophobes Only' apartment complex?"

"This is kinda new for me. I'm just - shy?"

"Shy? Coulda fooled the hell out of me. Other than Dakota, bet no one there gives a fuck how you dress. Never underestimate the indifference of strangers."

"Still. You'd have to leave well before three."

"It's a date! See ya!" He threw in a kissy face emoji.

I thought about replying with a kissing emoji back, but it felt -- too intimate.

I thought, More intimate than letting him jam his dick in all my holes yesterday?

Yeah. It was.

Guys. We're so fucking weird.

***

Terrance rang my doorbell promptly at ten am.

I opened the door, wearing a bathrobe over the French maid's costume and fishnets. Wanting to be discreet. He was standing there, handsome in dark slacks and an open necked blue silky looking dress shirt. Holding an emerald green present wrapped with a matching bow.

"C'mon in. That for me?"

He peered around my apartment as I closed the door, taking it in. "Nah, it's for Dakota."

I stared at him. What?

He laughed. "Course it's for you. The fuck? But first... lemme unwrap my present." He took off my bathrobe, flung it aside. "Wow. You look hot, as always." He leaned forward to kiss me. I shyly let him give me a gentle kiss on my pink lipsticked mouth.

He handed me the present. I tore off the bow, opened it.

Four inch high heels in Fuck Me red. I stared at them.

"Well? Gonna put them on?"

I put a hand on his shoulder to steady myself as I leaned down and slipped them on. Perfect fit. How the fuck did he... musta checked my shoe size when I dozed off last night after he fucked my ass.

I took my hand off him, feeling a bit wobbly on these platforms.

"Oh, yeah" he said, looking down, a gleam in his dark eyes. "Mmmm."

"How does a woman walk in these?"

"Practice." He kissed my neck, then whispered in my right ear, his voice husky and lustful. "Let's role play. You're a virgin girl, saving herself for marriage, and I'm the tall dark and handsome man of your dreams, except I'm a bad boy trying to seduce you. You protest and say 'no' a lot. OK?"

"No."

"Uhhh, no as let's not role play, or..."

I took his hands, placed them on the black lacy bra covering my hard pecs. "No, please don't touch me like that. I'm a virgin."

"Aaah. If you're a virgin, why are you dressed in slutty lingerie?"

"You shouldn't have undressed me. Please leave before I call the police."

He spun me around, pushed me roughly toward the wall. I started to trip and fall from the unexpected spin in high heels, but he caught me, pushed my hands against the wall. I was bent over a bit at the waist, my round lace enclosed bubble butt wobbling as I tried to catch my balance.

"No, please don't!"

He spread my legs farther apart stood between them, slowly humping himself against my booty. "You want it, sexy," he whispered in my ear. "Nobody dresses this provocatively who wants to stay a virgin."

"I... aaah... don't..." I said as his hands wandered over me, his nails deliciously raking against my skin. I gasped when he yanked my panties down to the crease where my butt met my thighs, then roughly fingered my hole.

"i... please... i can't..." I said submissively, my betraying butt wiggling at him, trying to get his finger inside me.

I heard a click of a plastic cap opening, then he drizzled an excessive amount of cold lube into my butt crack. Looking down, I saw his unbuckled pants dropping to his ankles.

"Oh, god", I moaned as his stiffness pressed against my hole. "No... it's too big... it won't fit..."

He pressed against me, bucking for entry, my butthole clenching then releasing, teasing, my cheek pressed against the wall as he slowly but relentlessly pushed inside me, his hot shaft penetrating dangerously deep, painfully deep...

And that was when I heard the click of a lock sliding open, and the slight creak of my front door opening.

I turned my head to see Dakota standing in the doorway, my spare house keys in her hand, her mouth wide open, staring at me bent over against the wall in her fishnets and French maid's outfit, the panties tugged down and Terrance's cock buried deep inside my ass.

"I... what the..."

Terrance's deep sexy voice rumbled out, an amused tone in his voice, "You must be Dakota. First time watching? Excuse me, I'm in the middle of someone." He started fucking the hell out of me while I locked onto Dakota's startled and horrified green eyes.

Well, I thought. You coulda called. Told me you'd be by early. Sooo... fuck it.

Terrance, apparently thinking the same thing, grabbed me by my long ponytailed hair, spanked my ass. "You like my big black dick inside you, baby?" He started ostentatiously fucking the hell out of me while I stared at Dakota. Reached behind me. Grabbed his buns with both hands and shoved him deeper inside me.

Terrance whispered in my ear, "Now THAT'S how you fucking break up with someone."

"No," I said, pitching my voice a tad higher than usual. "Please don't. Please don't fuck my ass."

"I'm cumming, baby. I'm gonna cum in your tight, hot butt." He yanked harder on my hair.

"I... " I heard Dakota said. "Uh... wow..."

"God, no, please don't cum in my ass," I said, twerking my booty, making it good for Terrance, looking over my shoulder at him, wanting to see the lust in his eyes...

He was pounding away at me, but slowing down, not the frenzied Gotta Cum Now thing I was expecting, looking both surprised and amused at Dakota.

I glanced over. She had yanked her jeans down to mid-thigh, and her hand was rubbing inside her blue silk panties. Jilling off. Moaning softly, her eyes heavy lidded with passion. I felt an electric shock as her green eyes met mine.

"You bastard," she whispered. "Making me cum with that huge dick inside you. Not fair. Oh god. Stop. I can't... I shouldn't..." Her body convulsed as she had wave after wave of orgasms shuddering through her, the cascade I had triggered many times before. That insatiable, Never Enough, slutty glazed look drilling into my soul, making me want her no matter how badly she treated me.

That was when Terrance growled and roared and yanked my hair as he shot cum deep inside me. Slamming my body against the wall as he went for dangerous penetration. Heedlessly shoving his huge dick inside, painfully invading my hot welcoming depths.

"Cum in me, baby. Gimme your load. Slide that big black cock deep inside me. Make me your cumslut," I said, talking dirty... for Dakota. Seeing her gasp for air, a jealous and covetous and lustful look on her face, seeing her man give himself to another.

And I knew what was going on behind that beautiful face twisted with desire and lust. Wanting, in that fucked up and crazy and lovely moment... wanting her to be the one I utterly surrendered myself to.

Terrance leaned heavily against me, heedlessly crushing me into the wall, his hot breath rasping in my ear as he sleepily struggled to recover from his frantic exertions.

"I should go," he murmured, his cock softening and slipping out of me.

"The fuck? Your cum is dripping out of my ass and you wanna..."

"No. I want to stay..." He groaned in exasperation, lightly thumped a fist on my shoulder blade. Kissed my neck. "Fucking talk to your woman, dammit," he whispered, pulling up his slacks. "I think... she ain't done with you. Call me later."

I felt cool air on my sweaty back and butt as he pulled away. I closed my eyes. Heard him stride away. Quietly shut the door behind him.

Or was that Dakota leaving? Or both?

I quietly thumped the wall with my fist, eyes still shut, riding a wave of emotion, not sure if I wanted to cry, or raggedly laugh.

I heard quiet, tentative steps.

Caught the faint scent of Dakota's perfume...