Date: Mon, 13 Oct 2008 16:00:23 -0700 (PDT)
From: Noah Vail
Subject: Little Maid  (TG)

Little Maid

by Noah Vail

I was eight years old when my mom started dressing me up for her johns. I
liked it. At school I was a boy, but I had dolls in my bedroom, and I'd
always liked prancing around the house naked and showing off in front of my
mommy's friends.

Mommy would dress me in a little French maid costume, put my blonde hair in
spiky pigtails,and make me up with lipstick and eye shadow. I would be sent
into the living room with a tray of drinks for her guests. Usually it was
only one guest, but sometimes two or three guys would show up together. I
was sans panties, and my little cock twitched under the short satin
skirt. The thigh high silk stockings felt nice, too. The skirt was so short
that you could see my ass cheeks, but my apron and the tray kept my penis
hidden most of the time. I'd mince up to a guy sitting on the couch and
smile at him as he took a glass from the tray.  It took some guys two or
three drinks to figure out that I was a boy. By then they were hooked. The
guys were there for a paid fuck, and it didn't necessarily have to be my
mother.



My favorite guy was Jack. He was older, with a bit of a paunch, but he
smelled nice, and he was kind. The first time I served him, he took the can
of beer from the tray and smiled. "Thank you, sweety," he said, and told me
I was very pretty. I blushed. My mother came out of the kitchen, then, and
took the tray from me.

"Do you like Tammy, Jack?" she said, with something like a smile in her
voice. Jack set his beer on the end table and reached out and took me by
the waist and hoisted me easily into the air.

"Yes, I do," he said. He stood me on the couch, my little maryjane clad
feet astride his thighs. He bounced me up and down and I felt a draft under
my skirt. Then I felt Jack's hand on my bum. I squirmed and giggled as he
put his other hand up under the front of my skirt and touched my
cock. Mommy walked back to the kitchen; I heard her running water in the
sink. Then I felt Jack's mouth on my thing. He was licking and sucking and
it felt really nice. My thing was stiff-- I arched my back and held Jack's
head and panted as I pressed into his mouth. I could feel his finger
touching my bumhole. Then he took his mouth away and picked me up and
turned me around and sat me on his lap. He whispered in my ear while
jacking me off.

"Do you like that, honey?"

"Ummh, yes," I whimpered, and I felt a spasm of pleasure. Jack kissed me on
the cheek.

My mommy walked back into the room. She was wearing her usual slutty
outfit: heels, fishnets, and a babydoll top. She looked at me sitting with
my legs splayed on Jack's lap, his fist on my cock, and smiled wickedly.

"Okay, Tammy," she said,"You can go play in your room now."

I wanted to sulk. Jack lifted me from his knee and stood me on the floor.

"Give Jack a kiss," said my mom. I turned, and he leaned forward and kissed
me on the lips, softly. I hugged him, then ran out of the room.



Not all of mommy's customers were as gentle as Jack. Some of them were
actually mean. Once two guys came, and while one of them was in the bedroom
with mom, the other guy made me suck him. He grabbed me roughly, held me by
the hair, and fucked my mouth, then he turned me around and bent me over
the end of the sofa. It hurt, but somehow it felt good, too. Eventually, of
course, I would come to crave cock in both my orifices.



When Jack came to visit again, he brought me a pair of beautiful silk
panties. They were pink, and crotchless. Mommy and he watched while I put
them on under my skirt and ran over to the big mirrored hallway door to
look at myself. They were loose, but I pulled them up tight. My little cock
jutted out as I whirled around holding my skirt above my waist. The silk
felt delicious, and so did the air on my exposed parts. I smiled at the
sexy little derriere in the mirror.

"Say thank you to Jack," said my mommy, and I beamed as I sashayed back to
stand in front of him.

"Thank you, Jack," I said. My thing was getting hard. He smiled and raised
my skirt and ran his fingers up and down the silken slit. He touched my
bumhole lightly, then fondled my cock. My knees quivered slightly at the
thrill.

"Why don't you show Jack your room, Tammy?" suggested mommy,
unexpectedly. I took Jack's large hand.

"Do you want to see my dolls, Jack?" I sniggered precociously. He grinned,
and I led him to my room. On my little bed, he kissed me. He taught me how
to french kiss. He played with me until I got really hard and then
whispered in my ear: did I want to fuck?

"Yes," I said, and he he turned me over on my stomach and I heard his
zipper and then felt his thing moving the slit in my panties and poking my
hole. I reached back and spread my cheeks and humped up my bum. It wouldn't
go in at first, but Jack put his fingers in my mouth and then in my bum,
and then I felt his hot sticky cock inside me. He moved it in and out and I
humped back and grunted in ecstasy. My thing rubbed on the blanket and I
felt like I was going to Heaven. Jack's thrusts grew harder and faster and
my asshole felt all gooey. He stopped, buried in my rectum, and I bucked
with a spasm of release. When he pulled slowly out, I groaned. My anus
burned and dripped. Jack turned me over and we kissed.

Later that night, alone in my bed, I cried, without knowing why.

I never saw Jack again.

About a year later, my mom entertained four guys. I was pantyless again,
and dolled up in my maid's costume. They all got pretty drunk, especially
my mom. She ended up passing out and all four guys used me as a toy. A
couple of them were too drunk to fuck, but I had to suck them while the
others took turns with my ass. I liked it.