Naked Maid Takes a Hard Edge

Skyler walked into her room with a sultry sway that she just couldn't seem to stop. She walked into her shared closet and briefly stopped, looking around. Her eyes fell on a favorite dress that she thought showed off her curves perfectly. With the right moves, she might be able to turn the tables on Master with that...

She reached for the dress, but quickly found that she was reaching for something else. Her hand pushed past her hanging clothes, the soft fabric dragging across her arm. She took a quick intake of breath, the sensation almost overwhelming. It felt like something was rubbing her labia, but on her arm.

Pushing through it, she kept reaching into the darkest, hidden corners of her closet, whimpering and rubbing her quickly dampening legs together. Finally, her hands found purchase on their target, and she pulled whatever it was out.

Fuck.

The French Maid.

It's been ages since she'd seen this. Her breath caught in her throat as she turned the skimpy outfit over in her hands. She steadied herself, eyes closed. After a moment, she knew she couldn't wait any longer to put the damn thing on.

Her clothes hit the floor, and she found that she could take a second before putting on the outfit. She glanced down at her chest. Her tits hung from her frame, too large like always, dragging towards the ground. Skyler put her hand underneath one, caressing it gently.

Wait, what?

She tried to stop, but her hand was having none of it. Against her will, her fingers gently hefted her boob, lifting it from the bottom of her ribcage to her upper chest. Her hand squeezed, softly at first, then harder.

A moan fell from Skyler's lips. Her hand was stuck to her hypnotically sensitized breast, groping it. An explosion of pleasure shot out from her chest, and she could feel it's tendrils snaking its way into her now sopping pussy.

GOD this was fucking hot.

No, wait, she doesn't want this. Yeah, that must be right. How could she?

Her hand gave her tit one final squeeze, and pulled her erect nipple as it slid away. A sound of desperation emanated from deep within her. She tried to bring her hand back up, her naked thighs twisting around each other, the fat from each thigh made slightly slick from her juices and sliding against each other.

No matter what she did, she couldn't reach her breast, and she couldn't touch her cunt.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned, on the edge. Her breathing grew ragged as the pleasure continued, seemingly unwilling to seep away.

After standing still for awhile, she realized nothing was going to change. So Master was playing it like that then. She smiled nervously, then admonished herself. This was not the time to be smiling.

Her feet started moving of their own accord. Wait, she didn't have the dress on yet! Not that it would fully cover her boobs, but it was something at least! The windows were open for chrissakes!

Her bare feet padded into the bedroom, her thicc, exposed body jiggling wildly. Panting, she found herself turning to the door to their backyard patio, costume still in hand.

Her eyes widened. Oh no, no, nonono.

Frantic, she tried to drag her feet, to stop. She kept walking, one sultry step after the other. A heat was rising in her chest, threatening to push her STILL unabated pleasure to new heights. Fear gripped her stomach, and she wanted to throw the dress over herself.

Fuck Master, no, this is NOT a game!

She bit her lip, unable to control much else, and found her hand moving to the door handle. Internally, she was shaking, but she could see her reflection in the slightly tinted windows on the door. She looked calm and confident, a smile plastered on her face, her head held high and her shoulders thrust back.

Oh god, her shoulders were back. Her tits were so, so... exposed.

Her pussy throbbed.

Really, the only things that were off about her was her sweaty and matted hair, the somewhat noticeable liquid pushing down the tops of her legs, and the fact she was still naked. Fuck, she was naked.

Her hand moved on the doorknob. She closed her eyes, feeling a pressure in her chest. Whether it was pleasure, fear, or anger, she did not know. Her pussy burst with intermittent pleasure, with each tiny bounce her tits filled her with sexual bliss, and she positively ached for release.

Breathing through her nose, eyes closed, and pleasure building, Skyler's hand continued to turn.