Clothes Make the Maid
I've long felt that the story series "Toys Make the ..." by Von Krieger deserved more attention. Here is a sequel to the story, Toys Make the Couple
(All characters are used with permission)
Clothes Make the Maid
Dismas
It was at the end of her nightly routine of cleaning an office complex when the catalogue innocuously caught her attention. She had been collecting the garbage bags from the employee lounge and one of the unruly garbage bags caught on a pile of magazines, knocking the catalogue to the floor. It landed open and as she picked it up to return it to the pile she couldn't help but notice the pictures of a flirty looking French maid wearing what she suspected was rubber. The page was subtitled with a website and offered a considerable discount for the first order of any of the ads clothing if a particular keyword was used.
Maria was used to seeing all kinds of strange, perverse items during the performance of her duties as a janitor, so she wasn't particularly bothered by this ad. In fact, because of her semi-superstitious view of not ignoring coincidences her interest was piqued. After all, she was a maid of sorts and George had seemed a little uninspired in bed lately; maybe this was a sign of what she could do to bring some spice back to the bedroom. She wrote down the website's details and the keyword and replaced the catalogue back on the pile of magazines before finishing up her job and locking up the office.
Once home, she first confirmed that George hadn't returned yet from his own job as a cleaner at a different location before going to the website. She wanted to be sure it was a surprise for him when the clothing did arrive. Browsing the website revealed many different styles of clothing from casual to business as well as designs that were animal-like and just plain weird. Maria decided to stick to her original inspiration and navigated to the costumes where she found several different maid outfits.
Here was the same ensemble that had been pictured in the catalogue at the office but what immediately caught her attention was a slightly less revealing maid's dress with a wide, knee-length skirt, full, sleeveless bust, narrow waist, and several patterns of white stripes front and back. She added it to the cart with little hesitation, though it was fairly expensive, and resisted the urge to spend more of their tight budget by proceeding to check-out. At check-out she entered the keyword "CLOTHESMAKETHEMAID" and was shocked to see the price drop by 90%. At the same time matching underwear, stockings, and gloves were listed as suggestions with the same reduction of price. She couldn't resist adding them now. She felt she had spent enough time at the site and sensed George's imminent return, and rushed through the rest of the check-out with her details. After receipt of the transaction she wiped the browser history and only had to hope it arrived before the credit card bill did.
Since they worked at different locations as cleaners they usually shared stories of the strange things they found, and while normally Maria would have talked about finding the catalogue in the employee lounge rather than a private office she had to content herself with remaining quiet and the subsequent surprise. She listened to George talk about the things that he had endured that day while working as she struggled to contain her secret. As they drifted to sleep she felt some excitement for once in her life.
Three days had passed and, on later inspection of the same lounge, it seemed the catalogue had disappeared. She was just starting to have her doubts on the purchase, but still remained a little hopeful. In the time since she had placed the order Maria had gotten a couple other 'maid' items from a cheap costume shop. She had also been trying to gauge George's possible reaction by showing him videos of Beyonce, Katy Perry, and Lady Gaga where it was obvious that they were wearing latex but he never seemed to react outside of a mild interest in the music. The clothes probably weren't going to arrive for another week but she felt she just couldn't wait any longer. She rushed through the rest of her duties before hurrying home.
As she drew near her door, there on her front step was a package. She picked up her pace and scooped up the package while cautiously looking around. She surveyed it as she absently fit her key in the lock. Thankfully there wasn't a label on the box which might have revealed her dark secret to any curious neighbours. She slipped inside her house, carefully locking the door behind her and then practically ran to the bedroom.
Inside the box that was only marked with her name and address was a fair amount of packing, four zip-locked bags, a small unmarked bottle of clear fluid, and a new copy of the catalogue she had seen in the lounge. Inside each bag was one of the items of clothing she had ordered and she carefully opened them, unfolding their contents on the bed.
First was the maid's dress which was shiny and slightly greasy to the touch. It looked exactly as she remembered from the website, with the exception of a hole right around the hips but now that she could touch the dress her doubts had vanished. She was sure this was what she needed. George couldn't possibly be able to contain himself, she thought gleefully to herself. In the next bag were her new stockings. She hadn't looked at them very carefully when she added them to the order and now she saw that they were mostly black with contrasting white cuban heel adorned at the top with a white frilly looking pleated band also in latex. The gloves were almost pure black in design but with the addition of a band of pleats around each wrist, ending with more frills where they came short of being shoulder length. Finally the underwear came out of it's bag. Again, she hadn't looked very hard at it when ordering but now she saw that it was a flirty, low cut style primarily in white with a black stripe down the middle, more of the same frilly pleats circled each leg opening. Four garters hung from it in black, the only other adornment a fairly large circular opening on the back side that clipped closed with a strap at the top.
With a little trepidation Maria stripped naked and gingerly slipped the underwear up her thighs, with a slight shiver at the feel of it touching her bare skin she snuggled it into place. Putting on the stockings took a little more effort than she expected, but after slowly working them up into place and then smoothing down the wrinkles, she was delighted to see that they hugged each leg better than a second skin. As she stood to attach the garters she had to admire the look of the latex against her pale flesh. She was sure her legs and ass had never looked better. Maria stepped inside the dress and slid it up her thighs and squeezed it over her hips, the rubber on rubber motion causing a strange tingle and some squeaking noises. The waist popped by her hips and with the hardest part over she tugged it up the rest of her body and then adjusted her breasts to sit comfortably in the latex cups. With only a couple adjusting tugs and wrinkle smoothing it seemed almost perfectly formed to her body with one exception: it felt a little loose around the bust. But the drape of the skirt over her thighs and ass further complimented her figure. She gave a couple teasing poses and then picked up the gloves. These proved even harder to put on than the stockings, but again fit better than a second skin, with each delicate finger dipped in black and every imperfection of her skin hidden perfectly.
Now eagerly anticipating George's reaction she went to the bathroom to perfect her hair and apply some make-up. She used glossy black lip-stick and eyeliner, keeping with the colours of the outfit. Returning to the bedroom she dug out the maid's bonnet and long feather duster she had also bought. She was all set for his return. Not without reason she felt that she may as well play out the role she was dressed for and first cleaned up the packaging. As she lifted the new catalogue a card fell out. On it, outside of a generic thank you, was another discount keyword that she could use for her next order and instructions on the contents of the bottle. The bottle contained a special formula of polish that she could use sparingly to add a like-new gloss to her clothes. She was warned that a little went a long way, but that she could always order more if necessary. Having tidied the packaging up, she felt the urge to continue to clean the house. She felt warm and excited the more she did and quickly lost track of time only to be startled by the sound of his key in the lock.
Maria rushed back to the bedroom and fumbled briefly with the cap to the polish before pouring some onto her gloves, then quickly spread the fluid out over the rest of her latex. The polish worked it's magic, leaving a warm sensation and glossed perfection behind. She was rushed so some got onto her skin, particularly around her breasts, thighs, and rear end so she got a towel and was preparing to wipe it off but as she searched for the tell-tale shiny signs of polish she was baffled to not see any. She knew some had got on her, she had felt a warm, slick sensation on her bare skin. Oh well, time was running out - he had finished putting his stuff away out in the kitchen and she could hear the weary creak of his step approaching. She truck a flirty pose as she waited for his entrance.
This brief wait caused her to only now notice that it was quite late and the slow build of her lust through the evening was at a new height that threatened to explode with the merest touch. At that moment George walked into the room and stopped in surprise, staring at Maria's half exposed, latex encased ass where she stood, bent over, pretending to dust under the dresser. Upon hearing his arrival she slowly stood up, giving herself exquisite tingles as she slid the feather duster along her leg and up under her skirt while turning to face him with a mock look of innocent surprise.
His erection was painfully outlined in his pants as she stalked over to address him, "Problem, monsieur?" At the end of which she stroked the feather duster over his crotch.
George stepped forcefully forward and picked her up, carrying her to the bed and setting her down on it. He hurriedly started to undress and she took the opportunity to tease him further by lifting her skirt and stroking her panties with the feather duster. As his pants were falling to his ankles she leaned forward on the bed and whispered, "Allow me to help, monsieur." Drawing closer, the feather duster tickled the inside of his thighs and then was casually dropped to the floor. Her latex coated fingers drew his underwear down and slowly traced a circle around his member.
"Does monsieur need this cleaned?" Maria didn't wait for a reply and drew a finger along the length of his erection causing him to shuffle needfully closer to the edge of the bed. From there her fingers continued to play along and stroke his cock. She nuzzled her face against his thigh and blew lightly on his stiff erection, before slowly reaching out her tongue. With the lightest touch of her tongue he trembled slightly and in response she brought her mouth over the tip, gripping his thighs tightly. He responded with a jerk of pleasure and surprise which drove her to pull him fully into her mouth. As her tongue slathered his cock her fingers squeezed and caressed his butt. In between gasps, George struggled to remove his shirt but was quickly losing focus as he built quickly to orgasm. Maria could sense his body tensing and the nearness of his climax and prepared herself to take his seed. He spasmed sharply, sucked in his breath and shot his load against the back of Maria's mouth. The larger than usual amount of cum coupled with the briefest of slump on his part caused his penis to pop free of her mouth and a large amount of his seed jetted onto her face and the bed.
As she watched the last of his orgasm subside with satisfaction a slight feeling of wrongness overcame her. She needed to clean up the mess. While George completely removed the last of his clothes, she wiped up all that she could with her hands and licked up every errant drop. As she came closer to getting it all cleaned up she felt the excitement that had lain almost forgotten within her build ever closer to climax and as the last drops were licked clean the ensuing feeling of accomplishment drove her over the edge into her own orgasm.
George had finished undressing and was already prepared for round two, having rolled a condom on. Now he watched in aroused fascination as Maria perversely cleaned up and gasped sharply in sudden climax. Taking that as his cue, he climbed onto the bed and took the lead by flipping her around onto her back, and simply pushing the latex panties to the side. He tested her readiness by rubbing two fingers against her moist slit, which were quickly coated in her juices, and slyly looked to her face. Her eyes almost pleaded as his fingers slipped from her and traced up her lithe body, pausing to caress a rubber clad breast, and finally came to rest on her lips. Without hesitation she sucked the fingers in her mouth and licked them clean. George moved in closer, straddling her prone form and Maria reached between their bodies gently taking his cock and guiding him home.
He slowly entered her as Maria giving soft moans of satisfaction. When he had fully plunged in, her latex skinned legs wrapped around his waist and she drew his head down to give him a long passionate kiss. With a small flick of her hips she goaded him on and he began to thrust against her in earnest, while she had rolled the top of the dress down and was groping her breasts. The feeling of the latex against their skin drove them to new heights, and the occasional touch of her rubbery fingers against his back sent electric tingles down his spine and into his privates. Maria was in heaven, with the feel of her fingers on her breasts at times the sweetest caress at other times just the right amount of biting roughness to send her to new highs. She felt deliciously contained within all the rubber, a wonderful new sensation to her that she wanted to go on forever. The intensity of the experience was quickly driving them to the edge.
Maria was the first to fall screaming over, her thighs clenching tight around his waist and her hands forcefully bringing his lips against hers in a gasping, crushing kiss that only slightly contained her sharp, loud gasps of pleasure. With the tight embrace of her thighs forcing him to new depths within her, George quickly followed suit, and his loud grunts of orgasm echoed hers as he responded to her kiss. Still lip-locked and embedded he eased down beside her, letting the intensity of the experience slowly but wonderfully fade as they gently caressed each other.
The lateness of the romantic encounter quickly took it's toll and during those quiet moments consciousness slipped away from both of them.
The buzzing of Maria's alarm woke her up, and with a start she sat up. She was still wearing the latex. Normally when she had to wear rubber gloves for cleaning they became clammy and sweat filled after an hour or so but it had been well over eight hours now and it felt as nice as when she had first donned it all. Maybe this was the difference between industrial rubber and custom clothing. She struggled out of bed, somehow not waking George. Upon standing she noticed her breasts were still bare and out of some unwarranted sense of modesty she flipped the top of the dress back up where it felt a little snug against her bust. Which went largely unnoticed as she stepped quietly to the bathroom where she quietly closed the door, stripped down and showered. She almost didn't want to take the latex off but she had to work. After showering she hung the clothes over the curtain rod, finished her morning preparations and then quietly returned to the bedroom where she quickly put on her work clothes. George stared up sleepily at her and waved goodbye as he rolled a blanket around himself, watching her leave.
Now the excitement of the previous evening was catching up to her, and as she cleaned up at her first contract location of the day her thoughts constantly drifted back to George and the latex. While short it had been one of the most intense sessions she could remember. Work went by fast and as she finished locking up her phone rang. It was the second contract of the day; a pipe had burst, the location was flooded, she wouldn't be needed that day and they'd call her again when it had been sorted out.
Her heart soared: she had the rest of the day off. With light feet she hurried home, but took care to enter the house quietly. George worked late again today and sometimes he would stay in bed until almost noon. She felt like being a French maid again, and serving him a very late breakfast in bed. She crept through the house and peered into the bedroom to see if he was indeed still in bed.
There on the bed was George. But he wasn't asleep. He was masturbating furiously. And he was wearing her maid outfit. She stepped back in surprise, blushing crimson. She had never known him to be like that. It was certainly strange, but the more she thought about it the more flustered she felt. Inexorably, she could feel her lust building. She composed herself briefly before stripping naked in the hall. Then she burst through the door and strode purposefully over to him where he was desperately trying to hide under the blankets and looking guilty and terrified.
"That's mine, you know. You should have asked if you wanted to borrow it. Now you're going to have to be punished." She ripped the bedsheets away and slowly took in the sight of George dressed as a French maid. She could see now that he was even wearing the panties, his erection poking out of the top, framed by folds of the skirt. His legs and arms looked very feminine covered in rubber, and even his figure seemed to be more womanly with the skirt adding volume at the hips, and the bodice constraining his waist into a hint of an hourglass. Maria found the feather duster on the floor and brandished it at him. She stepped in closer, stroked it along his chin and then whipped it across his shoulder. He looked sheepish but she could tell his excitement was building again.
"Now it's your time to 'clean' me, my dear. Say 'qui' like a good girl and service your mistress." She took a wide stance by the bed and beckoned him down between her legs. George slipped off the bed and went to his knees in front of her.
"Qui, madame. D'accord." He was being too clever, but it still added to her fun. With that George buried his face in her crotch; licking, sucking, and biting. Two latex fingers stroked her lower lips occasionally thrusting inside her to massage her g-spot. It was taking all her strength to remain standing and she grabbed the back of his head to steady herself. With her free hand she massaged a tit; for some reason it seemed like more of a handful than usual, but at the same time she could tell it felt more sensitive. It was definitely more pleasurable. George was making quick work of her, and with a combination of finger thrust and tongue waggle over her clitoris she came hard, squirting a fair amount of juices down her legs and across his face. She slowly sunk to her knees, spreading them further apart to accommodate George as he continued to keep his face in position. She could feel his tongue licking the inside of her thighs clean and then watched him dutifully lick his face and hands clean.
He hadn't come yet, and now looked up hopefully at her. She shakily stood up and patted the bed while she dug into the bedside table for a condom. Maria unwrapped the condom, pushed George onto his back and then flipped up his skirts. Jumping onto the bed she straddled his legs and rolled the condom over his tumescent member. He watched almost cautiously as she paused and took in his latex clad form again, stroking her hands along his thighs and sides. She found she loved touching George wrapped in latex as much as she loved touching George while wrapped in latex. Without any further delay she scooched up and slowly lowered herself onto his achingly stiff dick.
Now Maria used both hands on her breasts as she rode him, he and she timing hip thrusts, while he desperately tried to hold off cumming too soon. Maria relished how delicious her breasts felt today, the nipples standing erect and thrumming with sexual pleasure. They looked delicious enough to eat, in fact, and she raised one to her lips, trying to first lick it with her tongue. Too easily she reached it, and each stroke of her tongue over the sensitive protrusion drove her closer and closer. Somehow she felt she could bring it all the way to her mouth, and as her lips brushed engorged nipple the pleasure teetered her on the brink. She squeezed it gently between her teeth and arched her back, losing the grip on her breast. Her whole body clenched, and she came in screaming orgasm on top of George. The clenching of Maria's pussy was all he needed and now he came, gripping her thighs tightly.
They both slowly relaxed their bodies and she laid atop his, alternatively playing with the latex and stroking his chest.
"Where did madame get zese clothes?" Maria broke out laughing at his coy question.
"From a website. Now I kind of want to get more. Maybe get you some of your own. Would you like to see?"
He nodded and kissed her on the head. After a little more rest she slowly stood up, letting him free. She went over to the computer, still naked, and he followed shortly after disposing of the condom. He knelt beside her and watched as she typed in www.bainecreations.com. From there she navigated to the costumes section again and passed the mouse over to George, letting him pick for himself. After browsing all the maid outfits he ended up liking Maria's best and added the entire collection to the cart. He proceeded to check-out and cursed loudly. There was no way they could afford this.
"Wow, that's expensive. Maybe we should just stick with the one outfit for now."
"Oh wait, I used a coupon of sorts the first time. And they sent a new one with these. Let's try it and see." She ran over to the closet and pulled out the catalogue and message with the new keyword. She hurried back to the computer and typed "CLOTHESMAKETHECOUPLE" in on the check-out page. While not as cheap as the first time, the price fell to comfortable levels and Maria finished placing the order before leading her naughty maid back to bed.
Three days passed again with them alternating the fun of wearing all of the maid outfit or various parts of it, and despite the warnings on being conservative most of the polish was now gone also, causing them the regret of not ordering more. Maria was even going so far as wearing the latex panties out in public most of the time. It gave her work a perverse pleasure that she was starting to accent with acting like a French maid when she was sure no one was around.
With the completion of her work that day she hurried home, eager for the package's arrival. A much larger box waited on her doorstep this time, addressed to both her and George. Like before, she furtively looked about before slipping inside. She practically skipped to the bedroom and after tossing the box on the bed stripped down to her latex panties. She found regular clothing stifling lately and would rather be completely naked or wearing latex. Now she turned her attention to the box and carefully opened it.
Inside was the same type of packing, a much larger bottle of the polish, an envelope and numerous bags individually labelled with either Pierre's or Maria's name. Maria started with the envelope. In the envelope were a couple more slips of paper with new keywords on them and a letter,
Dr. C. S. Baine would like to personally thank you for your continued patronage.
Find enclosed your order along with two bonus costumes we hope will grow to
be as much a part of your life as they are ours. We hope you will recommend us
to friends and colleagues.
Maria put it aside and started to lay out the bags, ordering them by name. She decided to leave George the fun of unwrapping his own goodies and put all of his things back in the box, leaving only those with her name on it.
She now opened up every bag and laid all the pieces out. It was an animal costume of some kind, she was quite sure of that, but couldn't yet determine which. How kinky. She wasn't sure if she could wear it, but then again, she had walked in on George doing something equally bizarre which she now loved dearly. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to just try it on.
She decided to start with what looked like a bodysuit, with short sleeves and legs, and integral breast molds. She slipped off her panties and then stepped into the bodysuit, trying to pull it up over her hips but it proved too much of a struggle to get it past her thighs - it was tighter than the maid outfit. But then she remembered the polish which had a very slippery feel on the outside of the latex: maybe some on the inside would help. With the bodysuit hanging about her feet she went back to the box and pulled out the bottle of polish and poured a decent dollop on the inside of the costume. After setting the bottle on the computer desk she now polished the inside of the costume, spreading the greasy feeling stuff all over. After getting a good grip it felt like the costume poured itself up her legs, defying effort and gravity. It settled with a pop around her waist and now she reached her arms through the arm holes and stretched back and up. Here too it seemed to flow over her body, belying her earlier difficulty. She reached behind and pulled the zipper up, making a couple small adjustments for fit as she went. It ended just short of her chin, and seemed to perfectly cup her breasts in perky, gravity defying orbs. Even with the polish inside it felt very, very nice.
She found the stockings and without bothering to try them dry, coated the inside of each with polish. They too flowed up her legs and settled beautifully into place. Shoulder length gloves came next, and while she thought the polish already on her hands might be enough she didn't chance it and after pouring more inside each she slipped them easily up her arms. With that complete she now surveyed herself in the mirror.
She was black on the extremities with white colouration going up her middle and out onto the inside of her thighs and arms. Along her back were two very intricate, curling, stylized stripes which disappeared under her lustrous black hair and converged around her buttocks. Her feet looked encased in little four toed paws, each toe dipped in white with a purple claw and for some reason they were somehow forcing her to stand on the balls of her feet. She willed the toes to spread out and they all easily splayed out individual of each other. Her hands were now dipped in white with tiny purple claws on the end of each finger, and on the inside of her hand were dainty purple paw-pads. While strange, it was definitely exciting her. Somehow the bodysuit made her figure look almost cartoonishly voluptuous. And she loved it. But where the stockings and gloves met the bodysuit it seemed a little mismatched, like the bodysuit was supposed to be over top of them. She rolled back the tops of each and then got the bodysuit to settle over the stockings and gloves, the result making it extremely difficult to find any lines where they met. Now she really loved it. One paw stroked her contours while the other touched her face. Which reminded her; there was two more items to put on.
All that remained was the tail and mask. She examined the tail and found that it was inflatable and had anchor points that matched the back of the bodysuit. Looking at it reminded her of the gap in the back of her panties. She put the tail down and picked up her panties, bringing them up into place, feeling them snug firmly into place. For that matter, it would probably be easier to put on the maid dress without the tail also, so she got it from where it was hanging in the closet. Putting it on, she found it a little harder to get past her hips and she assumed the costume was giving her more titanic proportions especially when it came to her breasts: the cups of the dress just barely contained them, almost straining to explode free. She noticed for the first time that the costume had nipples on it also, the edges of the purple areolae peeked out from the top of the dress. A light touch revealed that the costume translated feel as if she was touching bare skin. She controlled herself and returned to the tail.
She inflated the tail and after some trouble managed to anchor it in place, it mostly stood straight up like it was filled with helium, but she didn't feel any up or down tugging from it. It felt natural for it to be there.
All that was left was the mask. She picked it up and examined it. It was black and had a slight muzzle, filled with pointy rubbery teeth which looked like it would completely enclose her face. Two white stripes went from the top to the tip of the purple nose. It was cute but she wasn't sure if she wanted to wear it. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw a strange black-haired, pale-skinned girl wearing a skunk costume and a maid's outfit. The illusion was broken by her human visage, ruining the whole allure of it. It was a shame not to wear the mask. She pressed it to her face and slung the single strap back over her ears before fixing her hair to hide the strap and her ears.
Now she not only looked complete, she felt complete. In a way she felt like a caricature of a cartoon character. She was a leggy, big-busted skunk maid. But she couldn't deny just how sexy she looked and felt. Bainecreations.com was without a doubt getting more of her business.
George had to work late again that day, but he had been told by Maria about the possibility of the parcel arriving by the third day. As such he was eager to be home, to try on his very own maid outfit. He rushed in and went straight to the bedroom, not even pausing to peek before entering. There on the bed was a rubber skunk... woman... furiously masturbating with both paws buried under a very strained set of familiar latex panties. The skunk didn't even register that someone had entered the room, and continued to pant loudly while working herself over, laying in a huge puddle of juices.
He was torn on what to do. Join in immediately, or get dressed up and then join in. He hadn't been waiting for three days to have sex, but he had been waiting for three days for his own latex. He spotted the box on the floor and stripped naked while walking over to it. He simply upended the box and shuffled through the contents. All the bags had his name on them and he didn't waste time being delicate. All the bags were emptied onto the floor, and he quickly picked out his own maid outfit along with what looked like an animal costume very much like Maria's. He was debating on putting it on when he felt a rubber paw on his shoulder. She stood behind him, and pointed to the bodysuit and bottle of polish.
With her help he was quickly wearing his own animal costume. To his surprise he found that the bodysuit had breasts but also an animal like sheathe for his penis. Maria wasn't shy at all about guiding his straining erection into it and cooed softly when a pointed purple rubber penis came out of the sheath. Soon all that was left was the mask and while he wasn't sure about it he had to admit how amazing she looked wearing hers. As soon as the mask was on, Maria leaped on top of him and pressed her muzzle against his in a deep kiss. Somehow the mask was like his own face and he felt a long tongue stroke his as they locked lips.
After the kiss Maria stripped off her maid's dress, somehow stretching it over her tail and head. She flung it into a corner and next squeezed her panties over wider hips, the tail strap on the back simply popping free. George had been laying on the floor for the kiss and was starting to sit up when she pounced him again, pinning him down.
She wasted no time in guiding her rubber encased vagina onto his rubber penis and seemed growl softly as she sunk down, impaling herself on his almost doubled length. Maria had succumbed to the overwhelming pleasure of the costume hours ago and acted mostly on instinct as she began to ride George there on the floor. She grasped the breasts of his costume squeezing and caressing them while George watched in rapt sexual bliss. Now he noticed that it felt like she was touching his own chest, but it was far more pleasurable. And the feelings coming from his cock were better than when he fucked her without a condom. His own instincts were being taken over by his costume and he quickly flipped her over onto her back, now ploughing her roughly. She moved her paws to her own breasts, massaging and kneading them as now he snarled. Through the daze of pleasure it looked like the masks lips were curled back from the teeth in orgasmic bliss and a purple tongue lolled out weakly, curling occasionally.
He raked his new claws over her stomach then dug them into her thighs grunting with each powerful stroke of his cock into her. She was now gasping in short sharp gasps that sounded a little like yips or chirps. He somehow knew that she was moments away from a mind-numbing orgasm and he now pushed them both against a wall where he brought himself to the edge, slamming her repeatedly against the drywall. With a loud yowl he climaxed powerfully giving a couple final slams and as the hot fluid entered her it triggered her own orgasm, now she echoed his yowl and shuddered softly as they both came to rest.
Both passed out against the wall, lost in bliss, soaked in oily juices.
Maria woke to the sound of her phone ringing. She was laying in a heap against the wall with George curled up around her. She hardly took notice of him as she got up and answered her phone.
"Maria? It's Elena Pantera calling. You do the cleaning for our real estate firm. I'd like to talk to you about a real job offer. More money, full time work, no more contract. Is it possible for you to come and meet me today sometime?"
"Oh, Miss Pantera, I'd be delighted to hear your offer. I can meet you this afternoon if you like?"
"2PM, don't be late, Maria. I look forward to seeing you."
Maria had already hung up when she realized she was still wearing the mask. In fact, she hadn't even registered she was still wearing the costume, or George in his own costume, curled on the floor.
But now that she noticed she cupped both breasts experimentally, the incredible feeling that her body responded with urged her to next stroke her bare latex pussy. The feeling left her weak in the knees but as she surveyed the bedroom she felt it would have to wait. The room was a disaster area: it needed to be cleaned. As she put on her maid's dress she poked George awake. It was his duty to help clean as well, besides the sooner they finished the sooner they could return to having fun.
George uncurled and gave a long sinuous stretch before sitting upright to stare at her. He watched as her huge tail almost magically fed itself through the hole in the back of her maid dress, along with a few flashes of her bare rump.
She threw his own dress at him before curtseying, flashing yet more bare latex underneath, "It is time we cleaned zis place, Georgette." Now she leaned way over, causing her skirt to flop forward, teasing him with a view of her white rubbery petals. She picked up the feather duster and whispered, "Good work will be rewarded."
Georgette slipped the dress over his own rubber form, the breasts not quite as large as Maria's but just as pert. As he dressed Maria took the time to study his new appearance. For those areas where she was black, he was white; with white limbs ending with cute black digits, a large white tail, and stripes exactly like her own but in black. Georgette's purple accented genitalia wasn't as readily apparent on her black front side but still glistened in the light of the rising sun. His figure seemed quite effeminate with the skunk stripes complimenting a narrowed waist, wider hips, and nicely sized breasts. One of his paws brushed back shoulder length black hair which appeared to glimmer with hints of purple. The only incongruety was the front of the skirt tented with his erection.
After an agonizing hour of teasing each other they had finished cleaning. Maria snuck behind Georgette and reached under his skirt to grasp his still hard erection. Using it as a leash she led him back to the bed where she guided him to a 69 position.
"Now Georgette we must clean each other, a proper lady requires a proper cleaning." Her muzzle quested for his sheath under the skirt, scenting his oily precum, and their juices from the previous night clean. A long tongue expertly licked to and fro savouring every taste of their combined excretions. As she cleaned she examined him in detail, his testicles seemed larger, but stretchy like rubber, being fairly pliant. His sheath was black like his balls blending subtly into his black belly and crotch, but his penis was a very dark purple. It was textured with a series of concentric rings near the base with an overall length that seemed a fair amount larger and longer than his human one. The excitement caused him to give off an seemingly unending flow of oily pre-cum. She licked it up, relishing it's taste: something like latex, but mixed with a lemony fresh scent.
For Georgette's part, he was practically worshipping the nexus of her thighs with his tongue. He lapped up every inch, delighting in every taste, rewarding him with an immense feeling of sexual satisfaction. As he drew nearer to her rubber folds he had to explore it gently with his fingers. He slowly drew her lower lips apart, earning a soft gasp in response, and examined what lay exposed. It appeared like a real vagina with inner and outer labia, but all in white. Her clitoris was a bright purple button nestled where he expected it to be. A slow stroke with his tongue drew another appreciative gasp. In response he felt her tongue on his cock, slowly lapping up and down it. A generous trickle of pre-cum was leaking from Maria, it had an oily consistency but seemed minty fresh. Every taste of her juices drove him to want more.
Maria felt Georgette's curious touches and decided it was time to increase her pace. A tongue that was much longer than she remembered extended from her mouth and teased along his length, first seeking the thicker rivulets of pre but then tasting all over. Her tongue curled fully around his rod and she used it to draw him into her muzzle. Down below she could feel his tongue darting inside her, occasionally brushing against her clitoris. In response she spread her legs as wide as she could, she felt like they easily did the full splits now with absolutely no discomfort. Latex had so many perks.
Her legs had been on either side of his head but as his tongue had sought deeper within her depths, he noticed that she spread her legs almost impossibly wide. She hadn't be able to go that wide before. Now her flower was in bloom, with her clitoris laid bare, and her nectar pooling at the bottom before drizzling onto his chin. His paws grabbed both generous orbs of buttock and he buried his muzzle as deep as he could, driving his tongue all the way to her g-spot.
With the sensation of his tongue against her g-spot, Maria deep-throated his entire length while softly massaging his testicles with one paw, the other rubbing against his prostate. Each stroke of his tongue drew out a soft thrum deep in her throat, they each reciprocating and building on the others pleasure.
Their climax was quickly approaching and Maria stretched even further, pushing her hips down against Georgette's muzzle. Now she felt his fingers also stroking her brazen clitoris. With her orgasm almost upon her she felt compelled to put her finger up Georgette's slick anus to directly stroke his prostrate. She slowly stretched his ball-sac away from the base of his penis while quickly working her muzzle up and down his length. She could feel pressure building within the testes and prepared herself for the ensuing torrent.
On Georgette's end, he was simultaneously waggling his tongue within her, stimulating her g-spot as much as possible and stroking and thumbing her clitoris. He felt her finger enter him in his derriere, stroking his prostate, which quickly drove him to the edge. The strange stretching sensation of his balls, the pressure from within, and her quickened pace brought him to rapid climax and as shot after shot of hot cum spurted down her throat his head jerked forward several times, forcing his muzzle deeper within her to grind directly against her most sensitive spot. Now she was cumming, sending floods of her own enticing cum down his eager throat.
Maria slid back onto her haunches leaving Georgette staring up between her thighs. She looked down into his eyes which peered back from the skunk mask. The pupils were a brilliant purple, staring back inquisitively but full of trust. Were his eyes always that colour? She couldn't remember. Studying the mask now she noted each soft breath seemed to move the mask in subtle ways, as if it was his real face. Thinking of him breathing drew her eyes to his costume's prosthetic breasts. They too moved with a certain subtlety that defied reason. As if they too were real. Her fingers reached out hesitantly, but now she paused to study her own paw. Each white digit was recreated with an incredible exactness, the craftsmanship was beyond precise. On the inside each purple paw-pad flexed precisely with her fingers, never bulging or creasing as she'd expect from a regular glove. She rested her paw on Georgette's sternum and the purple claws on his rubber skin transmitted sensation as if they were more than glued on. Her purple paw-pads slid down to one of his breasts, worming under the dress' cup to caress gently. It all felt like her bare skin on his with no hint of the layers of rubber in between. He moaned softly, apparently enjoying her touch against his fake breast.
A quick glance at the clock reminded her that she had an appointment not too far away. She got up from the bed and peeled her maid outfit off. As she stood by the bed she could feel something touching her tail. She turned to see Georgette's paw stretched out to her with a begging look. He patted the bed invitingly.
"I'm sorry, baby. That fancy real estate office wants to talk to me about a permanent position. They promised more money, you know. I have to get ready to meet with Miss Pantera."
She almost felt sick to take off the costume, it seemed like it was a part of her now and taking it off was throwing away an important part of who she now was. She fumbled around within her hair for some time before finally finding the mask's strap. A protracted pause was followed by the slow lifting of the band. Her other paw gripped the muzzle of the mask, causing her to inadvertently sneeze. Her paw had tickled her snout, but now the mask was off, gripped loosely in her paw. She set it on top of the dresser where it stared back with an empty but accusatory look. Now she struggled again to find the zipper of the bodysuit, it almost felt like it had disappeared, but one of her claws caught it. She carefully pulled it down, and then shrugged out of the arms. It peeled off slowly, tugging at her skin all the way. She squeezed it laboriously over her hips and finally stepped out of the leg holes. Her reflection in the mirror looked almost deathly pale. Basically white, with glossy black hair, glossy black lips, arms and legs ending with cute animalistic gloves and stockings. She touched her breast out of curiousity, slowly squeezing and rolling her shiny purple nipple. The touch should have felt more intense without the extra layer of rubber, but it just wasn't as good as before. The gloves were slowly peeled off to reveal her bright purple nails, followed by the stockings and more bright purple nails.
She had never felt so naked and lost and turned to look at Georgette with a little envy. He stared back with a little concern evident. She hurried to the shower to wash up, and stepping out she felt surrounded by a subtle but very refreshing scent of mint. Wasn't her shampoo spring meadows or something? She looked to her face in the mirror and remembered she didn't need make-up. Her lips were a perfect glossy black, still glistening with water invitingly. She smiled broadly at the mirror, examining her teeth, feeling along her protruding canines with a purple tongue. Something seemed off, but they appeared impeccable. Her eyeliner was an almost black shade of purple. Her hair simply fell into place, impossibly slick and black with a sheen of dark purple to it.
As Maria debated what to wear, she felt sure it wouldn't be noticed if she wore her latex panties and regular latex stockings on under something else. She put them on feeling a little more self-assured and then hid them with a semi-formal pantsuit, accenting them with a higher than usual heel. She kissed Georgette goodbye, admonishing him to be a good girl while she was away.
She waited a little self-consciously in the lobby for Elena to meet her. She couldn't remember the last time she had received so many appreciative stares from strangers as they passed. Some even from women, many of which went beyond polite interest.
A mousey looking woman came out to meet her, introducing herself, "I'm Rose, Miss Pantera's assistant. P-Please follow me."
There was something familiar about Rose that Maria couldn't quite place. They soon arrived at one of the offices she cleaned on a regular basis before she had much time to try to figure it out. Rose opened the door and ushered Maria in, closing the door behind her. Inside the room were the two humongous desks that she remembered cleaning around numerous times. Behind one desk sat Elena Pantera. She had met her once before when she first started, but was only now immediately struck by how cat-like Elena appeared. She stood briefly and reached across her desk to shake hands and it seemed that as their hands made contact, Miss Pantera cautiously sniffed the air before smiling broadly (perhaps predatorily) and motioning to a chair for Maria to sit in.
"Maria, dear. Several things have been changing around our little office and Aracha and I have decided that we must have a proper full-time cleaning staff. As such, I have a feeling that you'll fit right in here. I can promise you numerous benefits as well as a very nice pay increase if you accept."
Maria stared at Elena's desk while she internally debated. Buried under some papers she noticed the spline of the Baine Creations catalogue. She just couldn't ignore coincidences...
"Will there be a uniform or can I wear what I like?"
Elena smiled mischievously and put both legs on top her desk, crossing them. She had a lot of leg. A lot of leg encased in floral patterned fishnet, ending in a bright pink mini-skirt. "We're fairly informal with our dress code. As long as you look presentable and do your job there won't be any problems with whatever you desire to wear."
Maria nodded once, mostly to herself. Did Elena's ears and nose twitch just then? Elena scissored her legs off the desk and leaned in expectantly as Maria looked up. This time she was sure the smile was that of a predator, but for some reason it only excited her more to the prospect of working here full time.
"Okay. Miss Pantera, we have a deal. I'll need a little time get out of my other contracts, I hope you can understand. But in the meantime I can continue cleaning here on my regular after-hours schedule."
Elena stood up and shook Maria's hand again. "That will be fine, it's better for a gentle transition during this period anyway. I look forward to seeing how you develop within our company."
As she left the office, Rose smiled warmly at her, clasping her hands tightly. "I'm so h-happy you'll be joining us. The more the m-merrier."
The proceeding week felt like an eternity. Both she and Georgette wearing their skunk costumes at every possible moment, even wearing them to work where they were sure they would be alone. And to maximize their time together they had taken to helping each other with their respective cleaning contracts.
While cleaning at one of Georgette's contracts they were surprised by a late office worker. Both dressed as skunks, they had no time to hide or run. He felt certain he was going to lose his job, but Mr. Smith only gave him a single strange look before looking appreciatively at Maria.
"The make-up is better suited to the lady, George. Is this your wife? She is a rare sight. Well, have a pleasant evening."
As he walked off, both skunks stared at each other in confusion. How had he not freaked? How had he recognized who it was. After the strange encounter they experimented by going to a few of the stranger clubs in town. There they both received a lot of sexually charged attention but no one seemed to notice the skunk costumes.
The next morning, Georgette was trying on Maria's old dresses, trying to find something that fit. It seemed his figure had filled out to match Maria's and now all of her old clothes were too tight for him as they were now for her. Georgette heard a stirring from the bed as Maria did a long, full bodied stretch. She had been curled up in a ball, using her tail as a pillow. She slowly sat up taking note of him, her rounded skunk ears swivelling forward amid her purple-black hair showing her curiousity.
"Your old clothes don't fit me anymore. I think these babies are the same size as yours." He pushed his breasts together and leaned forward to show a sizable expanse of cleavage. "Probably this too." Now his paws circled his waist before going to his firm rump.
He sat on the bed and slowly played with one of her ears. "Last night I decided that this is who I am now. I don't want to go back."
"So did I. I can't even remember life before. Now leave my ears alone and fuck me silly you sultry skunkette."
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A few days later, Maria and Georgette were working at the real estate office, when they were again surprised by a late worker. She heard the rapid click-click of high heels approaching, first her musteline ears swiveled zeroing in on the noise, before she fully turned to see Elena Pantera approaching. Elena closed the distance between them before Maria had a chance to respond, crushing their bodies together.
Taking advantage of Maria's surprised gasp, Elena pressed her open mouth against the skunk's open mouth. Maria felt herself melting into Miss Pantera's blue, split-pupil eyes, surrounded by yellow-gold latex skin. The kiss ended almost as abruptly and the large latex cat stepped back to eye the skunk up. Maria was wearing her janitorial scrubs which hid most of her body except her large tail. Elena, on the other hand, had a low-cut top and another provocative mini-skirt which showed off her multitude of stripes. Elena licked her lips, "Mmmm. Minty fresh. Follow me, Maria, it's time for your employee orientation."
Elena pulled on Maria's wrist, but Maria held her ground. "Wait, Miss Pantera. There's something else... Georgette!" Georgette stepped out from a nearby office and stopped in shock at Elena's appearance before remembering his manners and giving a slight curtsey.
The slow delighted lick of the cats lips sent a shudder through the both of them. Elena led them both to her office and pointedly locked the door, now kissing Georgette long and hard on the mouth, giving a small noise of delight and approval.
"I think we can find another position for one so delicious. And Maria, we expect our employees to dress with a little more style." With that she drew a revealing purple and white maid's outfit from her desk.
A few days later Aracha finally returned from her business trip. As she entered their shared office, Elena quickly made her excuses to who she was talking with on the phone and hung up. "Aracha, darling." She purred. "I have excellent news, we've hired some new, special cleaning staff. I have a feeling you're going to love them in more ways than one." Now she pressed her intercom button, "Rose, could you come in here please." There was no response. "Rose?" Her voice took on a growling edge.
"I didn't see the little mouse at her desk, Elena. But do tell me more." The dragoness responded with more than a little interest.
"Better to show you, I think. I'm sure we can sniff them out. Come, let's go on the hunt." The latex cat took latex dragoness by the arm leading her out of their office.
Aracha was the first to taste Rose's scent along with a couple other new ones she didn't recognize. Now she lead Elena towards the executive boardroom.
Elena's nose wrinkled as she too picked up the trail, "Yes, that's them. Those sneaky little rodents. They knew that only we and the new cleaners have the key to this room and they wanted a little privacy. Time for the exterminators. You take the far door and I'll take this door and we'll get them!" She laughed conspiratorily.
Aracha quietly unlocked the boardroom's door. She could hear muffled noises coming from within and didn't wait for Elena's signal, swinging the door loudly open and leaping inside. On top of the table was Rose and two near identical skunkettes. One skunk was enthusiastically fucking between Rose's legs as the other was riding Rose's rat muzzle, apparently being expertly eaten out.
A fraction of a second later Elena burst in with a quick expression of anger pointed at Aracha before she leveled an accusatory finger at the threesome. But meanwhile both skunks had simultaneously rolled off the table, hiding on the far side. Rose was lost in pleasure but quickly realized she was no longer being sandwiched. First quizzical then sheepish, the rat noticed cat and dragon in the room.
As both latex predators started to advance on the forsaken latex rodent in the middle of the table, the skunks re-appeared on the far side clothed again. Aracha studied the near identical skunks, one dressed in an open bust, frilly skirted purple and white maid's outfit, the other in a completely open backed blue and white strappy maid's outfit. They curtseyed precisely at the same time each barely hiding a playful smirk with their bowed heads.
"Miss Elena, Miss Aracha, I was j-just about to return to m-my desk" Rose practically pleaded.
Elena exploded in a howl now, "You two, always getting into everything, sometimes I seriously regret my decision. But then again you clean up so well." Her mock anger dissipated and she turned to Aracha, "Aracha, this is Maria." She pointed to the one in purple and white and then pointed at the one in blue and white, "And this is Georgette. If you have trouble telling them apart just ask them to lift their skirts."
Elena beckoned Rose over, "And now I must show you something extra interesting about the pair. Aracha come and taste my naughty little pet."
Aracha approached cautiously, not fully trusting the tricky cat. Rose timidly closed her eyes and parted her lips, inviting a kiss. The dragoness first hesitantly then possessively kissed the much smaller rubber rat, as her tongue explored the inside of her mouth she picked up a refreshing mint flavour with hints of latex. She broke the kiss and looked sceptically to Elena. Elena made a subtle motion towards Rose's crotch and Rose spread her legs with a downcast look. Aracha probed the proffered vagina with a single claw which came back coated in oily juices. She smelled first and then tasted it, confirming what she had sensed in the air - strong notes of lemon and latex.
Turning back to Elena, the cat first motioned towards the primarily black skunk, "Maria is minty." Maria licked her lips and winked. Now Elena indicated the primarily white skunk, "Georgette is lemony." Now Georgette licked her lips and winked.
Aracha smiled wickedly, "What a delight to have you both working beneath us. Maria, I've had a long flight and I feel in need of a refreshing treat to settle back into work here at the office."
As Aracha passed by Elena she whispered, "This is what you get for hiring switches instead of proper subs."