Maid for You

She was tempted to whirl around and swing one of her grocery bags right into his face. Or maybe into his crotch. Yes, that would be way more satisfying...

"Kay?"

Now she did actually whirl around, surprised at hearing her name called.

"Scott?" Her heart skipped a beat in utter joy and relief when she spotted him across the street. As he crossed towards them, intercepting the guy who'd been stalking her from the grocery store, she saw that his expression was both concerned and bewildered while also uncomfortably trying not to stray from her face. Ah, she thought to herself, he's such a gentleman trying not to stare at my outfit...

"Is this..." Scott motioned at her horny stalker, "guy bothering you?" Kayla beamed happily at him, already feeling a thousand times safer standing beside him.

"Hey man," he put his hands up amiably, shrugging nonchalantly, but he didn't back away. "I didn't do anything she wasn't asking for."

Kayla bristled indignantly but Scott cut in before she could rudely curse him out again. "So what exactly was she asking for?" he asked calmly, stepping between the stalker and Kayla.

"Come on man...I mean...look at her," the stalker offered. Kayla's cheeks flushed with...she wasn't entirely sure what emotion she was feeling. Embarrassment? Shame? She almost didn't want Scott to look at her. This wasn't how she'd wanted to show him her new outfit. "C'mon," he sneered, "who dresses like that when they're not looking to get fucked? Flashing her pussy at me...all I did was have a little touch." The cocky grin he flashed Kayla made her blood boil and twin spots of rage glowed red, high on her cheeks.

Scott's clenched fist flashed across the guy's face. He staggered backwards with an audible crunch of cartilage, crying out in pained surprise. His hands shot up to his face only to come away bloodied.

"What the fuck man?!" the horny guy yelled as twin rivulets of blood dripped from his fractured nose.

"What she wears is none of your business," Scott said, his voice was calm and matter-of-fact but he spoke through gritted teeth. "It's not an invitation for you to follow her home. It's not giving you permission to lay hands on her, and you have no right to tell her that she was asking for it."

"Fuck off man, you broke my fucking nose!! Fuck you and your girl, fucking slut." With those insults thrown at them, he spat a blood tinged wad of spit at their feet before storming off, one hand tenderly pinching at his bloodied nose.

Kayla's blue eyes were wide as she stared up at Scott in surprise. She hadn't expected...well, that! Scott recovered his posture more quickly than she did and flashed her an apologetic grimace. "I'm sorry you had to see that," his contrite expression was too cute not to forgive, though honestly Kayla should be thanking him.

"Thank you!" She said it a bit too late, an awkward pause stretching into a momentary silence. "You saved me," she finished bashfully.

He cleared his throat awkwardly, as if suddenly self-conscious of her gratitude. His eyes roamed over her ever so briefly before flitting away. "Here, let me help you." Taking some of her grocery bags, he lightened her load considerably as they headed back to her apartment.

With Scott by her side, Kayla didn't feel quite as uncomfortably self-conscious of her outfit and how exposed it left her. While a part of her felt humiliated by the whole situation, the other part of her still secretly hoped that he liked what he saw. He made her feel...safe somehow.

"So, uhm..." he cleared his throat, awkwardly breaking the silence. They were nearly at her apartment now, only half a block away. "Was that...was that the help you needed?"

Kayla almost chuckled at his question. If only that asshole had been the worst of her problems. "No, I..." She wasn't sure how to start, how to explain this ridiculous situation she was currently stuck in. Even just thinking about it in her head, it sounded completely made up. No one would believe such a far fetched story...Oh yea, I just unknowingly purchased some sort of newfound super hi-tech mecha uniform suit that I then accidentally didn't set up properly and now it has me trapped in some sort of inescapable nightmarish discipline regimen.

Yea, Scott would definitely believe that.

"I fucked up," she finally stated. They had just reached her apartment building. Scott looked at her curiously with raised brows while still being a complete gentleman and opening the doors for her. Kayla gave him a little nod of thanks before slipping in through the doors first and waiting at the elevator for him.

Pressing the button to call the elevator, she looked him squarely in the eyes and repeated, "I fucked up, but I could really use your help...if...if you don't mind of course."

"Sure," he stated with interest. The elevator doors pinged open.

When they closed again, the ensuing silence was too much for Kayla. Every second felt like forever. She could feel the unspoken question burning in the air, hanging over them. Turning to Scott, she blurted out in a hurried stream, "I ordered this maid outfit online 'cus I thought it was so goddamn cute but I didn't realize how hi-tech it actually is and didn't read the stupid user's manual because why would you need a user's manual for a cute outfit? And now I'm trapped in it and I can't take it off!"

She could feel her cheeks burning in embarrassment at her outburst. Thankfully the elevator had reached her floor and the doors pinged open at the perfect moment. Scott's expression was a mix of confusion, surprise and skepticism. Before he could say anything, she stepped out of the elevator and headed down the hall towards her apartment, talking over her shoulder as she went.

"I know it sounds like a load of nonsense but I'm not pulling your leg, okay? I'm serious! Look just, let me show you. It's easier if you just saw it for yourself." She grumbled under her breath as she fussed with her key in the lock and finally swung open her apartment door. Stepping through the threshold, Kayla was actually relieved when evil Alexa automatically piped up.

"TASK COMPLETED. SLAVE 37-401B IS GRANTED A REST PERIOD OF 45 MINUTES."

"What the-" Scott looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of evil Alexa's disembodied voice.

Dropping her shopping bags on the ground, Kayla motioned wildly at herself and her outfit. "You see? It's this outfit! My outfit is what just talked! I'm stuck in it and it's an evil taskmaster!"

Placing his shopping bags down carefully, Scott was eyeing her more critically now. Meanwhile, Kayla tried to demonstrate how inescapable the outfit was. Tugging on the ribbons, trying to unfasten the clips and buttons, all to no avail.

"Okay," Scott said in his usual calm tone. It kind of infuriated Kayla. How could he stay so calm? "You said there was a user's manual?"

"Yes! Here." Leading him back to her living room, she showed him the user's manual. As Scott slowly flipped through it, scanning the pages meticulously, Kayla's impatience slowly morphed to shy trepidation as she realized what she'd have to ask next. Once again, she found herself wondering what he thought of her in the outfit. Did he find it sexy? Or was he completely turned off by how slutty it made her?

She found her eyes wandering over him, admiring him with fresh eyes. Scott was handsome to say the least. She often fantasized that he was her Clark Kent, just more tan, a brunette without glasses. He was tall and broad shouldered and she knew he kept himself in good shape even if she never got to see him shirtless. Her eyes traveled up his body, lingering ever so briefly on his crotch before she looked bashfully up and away only to find Scott's dark eyes watching her over the manual he held.

She blushed even hotter, wondering if he'd seen her looking at him inappropriately. Was it just her imagination, or were his eyes smoldering as they stared back into her blue orbs?

Without breaking eye contact, he asked softly, "So...if I'm reading this right, it seems like the only way for you to get out of your current...predicament is if you get assigned a...Master?"

Kayla blushed so fiercely, she could feel her ears burning. She felt pinned to the spot, unable to look away, captured by his gaze. She barely nodded, her voice small when she spoke. "Y-Yes..."

Setting the manual aside on her coffee table, he took a step closer to her. That step was all it took to make Kayla's head spin. She could feel the warmth radiating from his body, inches away from her. The small distance between them felt electrifying. She could smell the scent of his cologne, an almost spicy musk that she breathed in deeply. She didn't flinch away from him when his fingers reached out to twine a strand of her soft, blonde hair behind her ear.

His words were just as gentle as his touch, but there was a burning intensity in his gaze that made excited butterflies flutter around in Kayla's stomach. "Do you..." he swallowed hesitantly before continuing, "Do you want me to be your Master?" She could almost see the flicker of uncertainty in his eyes and it only made her heart swell for him. It was so goddamn cute how sweet he was.

Maybe it was hearing the words come out of his mouth. Maybe it was how close he was to her, leaving her light headed. Whatever it may be, it was suddenly all too much. Maybe she'd forgotten to breathe again. Regardless, she found herself on her knees, legs suddenly too weak to stand. Kneeling before him, he seemed endlessly tall as she craned her neck back to keep eye contact. Kneeling before him somehow felt right and she realized she could feel how wet she was, her eagerness seeping through her stockings.

"Yes," she whispered reverently. She watched as a mix of emotions play across his features. Relief, happiness, uncertainty, lust. And it was all the unspoken encouragement she needed from him. Looking down at his crotch, she could see that there was a visible outline of his erect cock straining against his pants. He wanted her. The thought thrilled her. It was all the reassurance she'd needed from him.

Before he could think to instruct her, she took initiative and reached up to gingerly unbuckle his belt. Her eyes never left his, her movements always questioning, hesitant until he'd given her an almost imperceptible nod of approval. As her fingers pulled his belt loose, she heard his breath hitch in anticipation. It didn't take long for her to unzip him and fish his hard cock out of his boxers to stand at attention before her. A drop of pre-cum beaded at the tip and she couldn't help but lick her lips as she stared at his weeping cock. Was he this hard for her because of the unforeseen power dynamic? Or was it due to her outfit?

Looking up at him, her eyes asked him for permission to suck on his straining cock. He'd barely nodded before her tongue gently lapped up the bead of pre-cum, a thin spider's web trailing between the tip of his cock and her tongue as she pulled away before kissing the velvety tip. "Fuck, Kayla..." he breathed, the words strained through gritted teeth. "I can't..."

She didn't have to hear the rest of the sentence. His hands reaching out to her was all the warning she needed before his fingers twined into her hair, pulling her towards him even as he pushed his hips forward. Kayla opened her mouth wide to accommodate him as he pushed the length of his thick cock into her mouth, slowly at first but his restraint quickly melted with each stroke of her nimble tongue against his veiny shaft and soon he was fucking her face while she used her hands to stroke his shaft and massage his balls whenever her mouth and tongue wasn't slurping the length of him.

It was everything she'd dreamed of, but better. All those nights spent fantasizing about Scott with her vibrator...finally tasting him, licking him, sucking and slurping him, Kayla couldn't get enough of him. She bobbed her head along his shaft as best she could, trying to take more of him into her mouth each time until he was pressing against the back of her throat with each thrust. It was hard to breathe, the scent of him was overpowering but she loved how heady it was.

Just as she was starting to find a rhythm, he pulled out leaving her gasping with spittle clinging to her pouty, swollen lips. Scott was also breathing hard, his eyes looked a bit wild as he looked down at her, his hands still fisted in her hair while she panted, wide-eyed, up at him. She wondered what he saw in her. Whatever it was, it made his slick cock throb as it visibly twitched before her. She opened her mouth wide, tongue out, wanting to lap at the tantalizing tip of his cock. But he held her back.

"Kayla," the word was practically a low growl punctuated with raw need. The ferocity of lusty desire in his voice had her squirming. He didn't have to tell her what he wanted, she was craving it too.

Turning so that her upper body was mostly leaning on the couch, she knelt with her back to him. Looking over her shoulder, she reached back to spread her asscheeks and slick lips - already dripping wet and swollen with need. Despite feeling bashful, she couldn't help but want to boldly show herself off to him and was pleased to see his eyes riveted to her wet cunt, fully exposed for him. She loved the way his cock twitched, desperate to plunge deep into her.

Shyly, she felt like she was finally living out her fantasy as she asked, "Please Master, please...fuck me with your thick cock." Her cheeks were flushed as she stammered the words out bashfully. They felt foreign on her tongue at first but...so right.

"Fuck, Kayla..." Dropping to his knees behind her, his hands reached out to palm at her bare ass. The feel of his warm hands squeezing her plump ass sent shivers tingling up her spine. She let out a little moan as his fingers dipped into her, sliding up her slit. She bit her lip to stop herself from whimpering needily, tried to stop herself from pushing back against him greedily. "You're so fucking wet," he breathed. "God, Kayla, you're so fucking gorgeous, I..."

She could hear the struggle in his voice as he tried to fight against his base instincts. As much as she admired Scott's willpower, she didn't want to be treated gently. Pushing her ass up against him so that she could grind her wet slit against his rock hard erection, they were both left panting with need. "Please Scott...Master, please. Please, fuck me, I need it. I need your cock in me, please." Kayla whimpered the words out, a breathy stream of pleading cries as she grinded her hips against him.

Scott didn't need to hear more. With one hand resting on her ass, the other around her waist, he slowly thrusted himself fully into her with a groan. She arched back into him with a mewled cry as he filled her completely and for a moment, they stayed connected in perfect bliss. That second was just a prelude to more and soon he was fucking her into the couch while she screamed into the cushions as he pounded into her wet cunt. She could feel his heavy balls slapping against her clit with each thrust, feel the tip of his cock ramming satisfyingly against her cervix making her toes curl even as her fingers dug into the couch cushions.

A random string of words were streaming out of her mouth as he fucked her, a garbled mix of oh god and fuckfuckohfuck. Kayla tried to grind her hips back to meet Scott's in a rhythm, but he was ramming into her so deeply that it was all she could do to hold her ass up in place for him as he pushed her further and further into the couch. It'd been so long since she'd had a live cock in her, she'd forgotten how good it felt and he brought her to screaming orgasm after orgasm until she'd lost count.

Meanwhile, Scott's stamina left her breathless as he pistoned into her. She'd cum so many times at this point that she could feel her own wetness dripping down her inner thighs. As insatiable as she'd been, Scott's dick was bringing her waves of satisfaction and she loved every second of the battering abuse her eager pussy was taking. She loved the feeling of his fingers digging into her and hoped that it'd leave bruised marks for her to admire later.

Suddenly, she felt his fingers brushing against her clit before rubbing it firmly. This only sent her down another spiraling scream of yesssfuckyes as she came again, clenching wildly down on his throbbing shaft. His answering groan was hot against her ear as he leaned over her. A choked gasp of "Kayla" was her only warning before he buried himself balls deep in her and came so hard that she felt every pulse as he spurted inside her, filling her with hot cum.

For a moment they simply lay there, collapsed on the couch, heavy pants intermingling. He kissed her sweetly on her cheek and atop her head before he got up; she whimpered as she felt him pulling out of her twitching pussy, she could feel his hot cum starting to dribble out of her well used cunt and mixing with her own juices as they trailed down her inner thigh. Her legs felt like jello and she could barely move, yet at the same time she already missed feeling his dick in her.

All at once, her uniform began vibrating, a low hum emanated from it. Sitting up abruptly in alarm, Kayla's frantic eyes met with Scott's bewildered ones and then the uniform fell silent. Before either of them could figure out what had happened, Kayla felt the uniform loosening as the ribbons finally unknotted themselves and fell free as her apron slid into her lap in a pool of silky fabric.

Kayla was utterly beaming at Scott now as she realized the uniform must've reprogrammed itself to a new Master. "You did it," she whispered, smiling happily up at him with the loose apron in her hands.

Having tucked himself back into his pants, he knelt down in front of her, gathering her into his arms. She was still quivering from their rough, impromptu fucking, but she leaned back and let herself melt against his chest. She let her eyes drift closed as she nuzzled against him, loving how she smelled like him, loving the smell of him as he embraced her. She smiled as she felt his fingers clumsily attempting to unbutton her outfit, his voice warm in her ear.

"Let's get you cleaned up..."