The Maid Costume

In the dark corner of the corporate event hall, where racks of photo booth props hung against the wall, I pressed my back against the cold plaster. My heart hammered like it was about to bust right out of my chest. Standing in front of me was a tall stranger in a half-unbuttoned white shirt, his eyes burning with hungry intensity, his hand already sliding up under my skirt and grabbing a handful of bare ass.

"You seriously want to do this right here?" I breathed, feeling his fingers push deeper, spreading the wet folds of my pussy.

"Don't you?" he smirked, leaning down to my ear. His breath scorched my skin. "You're the one who started grinding on me on the dance floor, Val. I just ran with it."

His name was Marcus. We'd met five minutes ago at the bar when I accidentally splashed my cocktail all over his slacks. Apologies turned into flirting, and flirting turned into this insane idea. Music and coworkers' laughter blasted from beyond the door, and anyone could walk into this storage room at any second. The thought made my pussy clench even tighter around his fingers.

"Then make it quick," I whispered, biting my lip. "But I've got a better idea. Costume change. See that maid outfit on the rack? Put it on me. And you... you'll be my 'master.'"

Marcus laughed low and rough, but his eyes lit up with excitement.

"You're fucking twisted, Val. Fine, let's do it. Just don't scream too loud when I'm fucking you."

He ripped my blouse off, buttons scattering across the floor. Cold air hit my hard nipples. Marcus grabbed the black-and-white maid dress and yanked it over my head. The fabric clung to my tits, barely covering my ass. I turned around and bent over, showing him my bare butt under the short skirt.

"How do I look, master?" I purred, swaying my hips.

"Like a slutty little bitch begging for cock," he answered, unbuckling his belt. His thick dick sprang free, already rock hard, the head swollen and glistening. "On your knees, maid. Suck it."

I dropped to the carpet, feeling wetness running down my thighs. I wrapped my hand around his cock and traced the head with my tongue, licking up the salty bead of precum. Marcus groaned, tangling his fingers in my hair.

"That's it... deeper. Fuck, you've got a great mouth."

I took him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging but not stopping. Spit ran down my chin and dripped onto the black apron of the costume. He fucked my face with sharp thrusts until I was gasping for air. Then he yanked me up, spun me around to face the wall, and flipped up the maid skirt.

"Enough foreplay. I want that wet pussy."

Marcus slammed into me with one powerful thrust. I cried out, grabbing onto the costume rack. His thick cock stretched me from the inside, pounding deep. Every thrust came with a wet slap of skin on skin and the jingle of hangers rattling.

"Quiet, Val..." he laughed through a moan. "Or your coworkers will come running and see you taking it in your pussy from some guy you just met."

"Let them watch... ah... fuck me harder!" I gasped, pushing back against him. My tits spilled out of the neckline, nipples scraping against the cold wall. He grabbed my hips and pounded faster. Sweat rolled down his temples and dripped onto my back.

Suddenly, voices echoed in the hallway. The door rattled. We froze, his cock pulsing inside me. My heart nearly exploded.

"Who's in there?" someone shouted from outside.

"Occupied!" Marcus called back in a hoarse voice, still buried inside me. "I'm... changing!"

I almost laughed, but instead I squeezed my pussy around his cock. He growled quietly and started moving again—slow, deep, teasing.

"You're insane," he whispered against the back of my neck. "But I like it."

When the voices faded, Marcus picked up speed. He spun me around, sat me on the edge of an old table, spread my legs, and pushed back in. The maid skirt was bunched up around my waist, white fishnet stockings contrasting with my tan skin. I wrapped my legs around him and raked my nails down his back.

"Cum inside me," I begged between moans. "I want to feel your hot load deep in my pussy."

"Fuck, Val... you're gonna be the death of me."

His thrusts turned ragged and deep. I came first—hard, clamping down around him, squirting all over his balls and the table. The wave of orgasm made me arch my back and bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Marcus cursed and drove in one last time. Hot ropes of cum flooded my pussy, filling me to the brim. He kept moving, milking every drop until we both collapsed.

We lay there panting, staring at each other. The maid costume was rumpled, stained with cum and my juices. Marcus kissed me on the lips, unexpectedly tender.

"Best company party of my life," he grinned.

"I think I'll keep the costume," I replied, straightening the apron. "Might come in handy... next time."

Music started up again beyond the door. We quickly cleaned ourselves up, but the smiles never left our faces. Nobody ever found out what really happened in that little storage room.