Alexia's outfit

Needless to say , Redmond’s mind hadn’t been on the book he had been reading anyway and he had few problems with putting it down and making his way over to the bay windows and the balcony. Alexia seemed to spend a lot of her time dressing and undressing for him, but Redmond didn’t really mind provided the garments she chose were sufficiently slutty. Given her past form in this area, she would have to go to some lengths to overtrump her ballgown.

No longer abashed these days about displaying his body, Redmond swept open the doors to the balcony and looked out. Just opposite, there was another house with another balcony, the doors of which were also open, not more than fifteen feet away. Redmond found himself looking over into an opulently decorated interior, with a much the same kind of room as he was now standing in – good chairs, booklined, fully ornamented. Emmanuella might be in pseudo-exile but she certainly wasn’t slumming it. The house she had moved to was one of the most exclusive districts in town. Looking down in the street below, Redmond could see a few people, although no-one had noticed him yet.

Just then the doors to the adjoining room opened, and Redmond was not surprised to find that Alexia’s re-entrance was every bit as exciting as he had hoped.

‘Do you like it?’ said Alexia, posing.

She was wearing a breathtakingly slutty combination. Black shiny stripper heeled shoes were matched with the black shiny skintight stockings that she wore, which in turn were echoed by the same material which covered her arms in the form of tight gloves that went all the way up her arms.

Above the glossy sweep of material that ended at the top of her legs, a couple of inches of her thighs were left exposed, and Redmond could see the profile of her slender, toned legs as she turned and posed for him, with just the hint of perfect buttock exposed underneath a minuscule, hip-hugging, white skirt, no more than three inches long, which was trimmed at the bottom with white fur. The skirt itself was very low, and stopped no more than the most tantalising of inches above her pussy, so that the awesome sweep of her belly was left exposed all the way up to her ripped abdominal muscles and beyond. Her slender, captivating stomach, thin, with a tiny bellybutton flexed temptingly as Alexia strode forwards and stopped in front of Redmond, her hands on her hips.

Above this Alexia was wearing a shiny leopard print bra with cutaway cup sections that let the protruding sweep of her massive cleavage jut out untroubled in front of her, the two huge orbs standing out solid and firmly well over half a foot from her chest. Her nipples were capped with two little pads of the same material, and the look was completed with a disembodied shirt collar around her neck with a short, ironic, shiny leopard-print tie handing from it, dangling between her boobs.

‘I would have preferred something sexy…’ Redmond joked.

‘It actually belongs to the Countess. But I think it all fits me.’ After saying this, Alexia wasted no time in striding over to Redmond by the balcony, and getting on her haunches in front of him.

Before she grasped his dick, she spat in the palms of her gloved hands and rubbed them together.

‘Emmanuella described our immediate neighbours as “very interesting” and left it at that, so if we get an audience, don’t be surprised.’

Arianne was practiced in arts of this kind – actually far more so than she was of being a maid, and Hudds was impressed to see her slide out of her skimpy dress as she walked across the room, shedding the garment and sending it rippling away from her body in a swirl without even breaking stride. Hudds noticed a set of intricate black tattoos that encircled her waist, artfully rising up from her pussy, covering much of her tight ripped abdominal muscles and then disappearing over her hips where presumably they traced the contours of her ass. Her huge round tits jutted from her chest, two massive, curvy orbs.

‘Was that just a warning shot, sir?’ Arianne said to Hudds, ‘because looking at the state of this room, I could be forgiven for thinking that you were a terrible shot with that thing.’

Hudds looked around the room, noticing the mirror, the portrait, the couch, not to mention the small (probably valuable) ornaments that had been knocked from the mantelpiece and smashed onto the floor and could sort of see her point.

‘If you think you could aim it better, you’re welcome to try,’ Hudds invited her, standing with his hands on his hips and turning to face the maid, his monstercock jutting out from his groin. Emmanuella reclined on the couch and watched as Arianne got on her knees in front of her man.

Experimentally, Arianne pushed Hudds’ dick up and down, watching it bob when she released it, springing between his legs. Giggling, the blonde maid gently took hold of the bottom of the meat shaft and opened her mouth, playfully tapping it against her outstretched tongue so the heavy crown slapped against her mouth.

‘Bear in mind that he can cum when he likes, honey,’ Emmanuella interjected, injecting a note of caution in her voice which Arianne wasn’t sure whether she was to take seriously. ‘If Hudds feels like it, he can blow you to kingdom cum here and now and I’ll have to call even more of my maids with some special tools to scrape you off the wall.’

Arianne smiled, and looked up at Hudds, who was looking back at her inscrutably. Had Emmanuella just issued him a covert challenge or was she just teasing the new maid?