Protagonist! Please Stay Away from Me 2!-Chapter 23: Maid Costume? (R18)

We showered together, her hands soaping my skin thoroughly, fingers dipping between my legs to clean the dried cum, but teasing enough to spark fresh heat.

"You want to have sex again?" I asked her.

"Later," she promised with a smirk, towelling off as we dressed for the day.

But Ruby had plans. As we sipped coffee in the kitchen, she eyed me over her mug, a mischievous glint in her gaze. "Ever thought about roleplay, Sharon? Something fun to spice things up."

"What about our discussion? Don’t we have a plan to discuss?" I asked her.

Ruby smirked, "Later. We discuss about that later."

My pulse quickened; we’d explored so much already, but her ideas always pushed delicious boundaries. "Like what?" I asked, leaning against the counter, my robe slipping open to reveal the curve of my breast.

She set her mug down, closing the distance to cup my chin. "Maid costumes. You serving me, me... disciplining you." Her thumb brushed my lips, and I sucked it lightly, nodding eagerly. The fantasy ignited something primal—submission in frilly attire, her dominance amplified.

"Yes. Let’s do it. I guess, the discussion can wait."

Ruby grinned, pulling me toward the bedroom closet where she’d stashed a surprise box from some online order.

Inside were two outfits: black satin dresses with white lace aprons, short enough to barely cover our asses, complete with thigh-high stockings, garters, and frilly headpieces. For me, a smaller size hugging my curves; for her, one tailored to accommodate her cock, the skirt flaring out.

We stripped, the air humming with anticipation. I stepped into mine first, the fabric whispering against my skin as I zipped it up.

The bodice squeezed my breasts high, nipples poking against the thin material, the hem riding up to expose the bottom of my ass cheeks. Stockings clipped to garters, and the headpiece perched jauntily. I turned to Ruby, biting my lip.

She was a vision—taller, broader, the dress straining over her chest, the skirt tenting slightly from her semi-erect cock.

"Fuck, Sharon, you look edible."

Her voice dropped low, eyes raking over me. She adjusted her outfit, the lace apron doing little to hide the bulge. "Now, maid. Clean the bedroom. I’ll inspect." The roleplay clicked into place; I curtsied awkwardly, the motion flashing my bare pussy—no panties, as per the fantasy.

"As you say, ’Head Maid.’"

I bustled into the bedroom, fluffing pillows and straightening sheets with exaggerated care, bending over often to give her views. Ruby lounged on the bed’s edge, legs spread, watching. "Missed a spot," she called, pointing to the floor near her feet. I knelt to wipe it, ass up, feeling her stare burn into me.

Her hand landed on my head, fingers threading through my hair under the headpiece. "Good girl. But you’re slacking. Time for punishment."

She stood, towering over me in her maid guise, the absurdity heightening the eroticism. From the nightstand—still cluttered with last night’s toys—she retrieved a red ball gag, the silicone sphere gleaming, straps dangling. "Open wide, maid."

"But why are punishing me? I will clean it properly this time. Please, don’t punish me," I pleaded.

Ruby ordered, "Open your mouth."

My mouth parted obediently, heart pounding as she buckled it behind my head, the ball filling my mouth, stretching my jaws. Drool already pooled, trickling down my chin. I mumbled incoherently, the vibration of my voice muffled, eyes pleading up at her. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Ruby’s cock hardened fully now, pushing the skirt up like a flagpole. She hiked her hem, freeing it—thick, veined, pre-cum beading at the tip. "Suck it clean first. You’ve been a dirty maid." But with the gag, I couldn’t; she chuckled darkly, stroking herself instead. "Can’t? Then watch."

She pumped her fist along the shaft, slow and deliberate, the head swelling purple. My pussy clenched, wetness slicking my thighs under the short dress. I nodded frantically, wanting to taste her.

She unbuckled the gag briefly, saliva stringing from my lips to the ball. "Please," I gasped, but she shoved her cock in before I could say more, the salty tang flooding my tongue. I hollowed my cheeks, sucking hard, tongue swirling around the ridge. Ruby groaned, hips bucking to fuck my face shallowly.

"That’s it, clean my cock with that slutty mouth." Her hands gripped my headpiece, using it like handles to guide deeper thrusts. I gagged slightly as she hit my throat, tears pricking my eyes, but the fullness thrilled me. Drool escaped around her shaft, soaking the lace collar of my dress.

After minutes of her fucking my mouth, she pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting us. "Back on." The gag returned, tighter this time, muffling my whimpers. Ruby lifted my skirt, exposing my ass, and delivered a sharp slap—palm cracking against flesh, the sting blooming red. I yelped around the ball, body jolting forward.

"Bad maids get spanked." Another smack, then another, alternating cheeks until my skin burned, heat spreading to my core. My pussy dripped visibly now, arousal trailing down my stockings.

She pushed me onto the bed, face down, ass high—the classic-maid pose. The dress bunched at my waist, apron fluttering.

Ruby knelt behind, her own skirt flipped up, cock slapping against my thigh. "Look at this wet cunt. Begging for it even gagged." I nodded, pushing back, the ball gag distorting my moans into needy hums.

Her fingers parted my folds, two plunging in knuckle-deep, curling to stroke my inner walls. I bucked, the squelch of my juices loud in the room. She finger-fucked me roughly, thumb circling my clit, building pressure fast.

But she stopped short of release, withdrawing with a chuckle. "Not yet." Instead, she lubed her cock from the bedside bottle—though I was soaked enough—and pressed the head to my entrance.

One thrust buried her halfway, stretching my pussy wide around her girth. I screamed into the gag, the sound garbled, body arching.

"Mphmm! Mphmmm!"

Ruby gripped my hips, nails digging in, and slammed home, balls slapping my clit. "Tight little maid pussy. Take every inch." She set a punishing rhythm, pulling out to the tip before ramming back, the friction igniting sparks along my nerves.

The bed rocked with her force, headboard thumping the wall. My breasts bounced free from the bodice, nipples scraping the sheets, adding friction.

Drool soaked the pillow under my cheek, the gag making breathing ragged. Ruby leaned over, her apron brushing my back, and yanked the headpiece off, fisting my hair instead. "Feel that cock owning you? You’re my fucktoy in this outfit."

Her thrusts deepened, angling to hit my G-spot each time, coiling tension in my belly.

I came first, unexpectedly—walls clamping her shaft like a vice, juices squirting back onto her thighs.

Muffled cries escaped the gag, body convulsing. Ruby didn’t falter, pounding through my spasms, prolonging the waves until I sagged, oversensitive. "One down. More punishments to go." She flipped me onto my back, legs splayed wide, stockings garters straining. The dress rode up completely, pussy exposed and gaping slightly from her assault.

Ruby straddled my chest, her cock—slick with my cum—hovering over my gagged face. "Lick what you can."

She rubbed the head along the ball, smearing pre-cum on it, then across my stretched lips. I strained my tongue out, lapping at her balls instead, the musky scent filling my senses. She ground against my mouth, using the gag as friction, groaning low.

"Filthy maid, tasting yourself on me." After teasing, she slid down, positioning between my thighs again.

This time, she hooked my legs over her shoulders, folding me nearly in half—the maid dress crumpling under us. Her cock speared into my pussy from above, gravity aiding the depth.

Each downward thrust bottomed out, her pubic bone grinding my clit. The angle let her kiss me around the gag, tongue licking the drool from my chin, nipping my neck. "So deep, maid. Your cunt’s sucking me in." I clawed at her back, nails raking through the satin, the fabric tearing slightly at the seams.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, dripping onto my cleavage as she rutted harder, the slap of skin echoing.

My second orgasm built slower, from the relentless pressure on my clit and the fullness inside.

Ruby sensed it, reaching down to pinch my nipple through the dress, twisting until I bucked. "Cum again. Milk my cock." The command tipped me over; I shattered, pussy fluttering wildly, fresh cream coating her length.

She growled, thrusts erratic now, chasing her own peak.

But she pulled out suddenly, ripping the gag free. "Suck it clean, then beg for my load." Spit flew as she removed it, my jaw aching but eager. I engulfed her cock, tasting our mixed essences—tangy, addictive—bobbing frantically.

"Please, Head Maid, cum in my mouth. Fill your maid." She thrust into my throat, holding deep as she erupted, hot jets pulsing down my gullet. I swallowed greedily, some spilling over my lips onto the apron.

Ruby collapsed beside me, both costumes dishevelled—skirts hiked, lace stained with sweat and fluids. She kissed me deeply, tasting herself on my tongue. ’Best maid ever,’ she murmured, fingers tracing the red marks on my ass. We lay there, hearts racing, the roleplay fading into satisfied afterglow. But her cock twitched against my thigh, hinting at more. "Clean up duty next?"

"Discussion?"

"After this. I promise."

"You are insufferable."

"I know."