Role Play(Plaything #4)(10)

I felt a blush rise up in my cheeks as I tightened the coat around me. "There might be. Maybe I should get a closer look at this dust problem."

I pulled my door shut as he grabbed my free hand and led me across the hallway into his apartment. I walked to the kitchen table and put down my keys and purse.

I decided to tease him a bit longer with the bulky coat. I had on black high heels to go with the costume, and they seemed to be entertainment enough for him at the moment. His gaze was glued to my legs. I decided a little role play was just what he needed. I had lamented all day about him spending time at the beach house with another woman, and he'd been sitting here all evening waiting for me to get off work. That deserved more than a little thank you.

"Sir, exactly what chores need to be done?"

"Chores? Right." He'd decided to play along, but I sensed that most of his concentration had been evaporated by the notion of what was under the coat. "You know, I think there might be a lot of dust right over there on the little table."

I glanced toward the small table that held a lamp. It sat at the far side of the couch.

"I suppose I can take a look." I unbelted my coat and pushed the panels open wide enough to expose part of the costume. It had a lace up bodice over a white, low-cut chemise. The extremely short skirt was flouncy and sitting over several layers of petticoats. I was wearing my nicest pair of black lace panties, knowing full well that when the mystery guests discovered me draped over a chair, my underwear would be on display. My pink polka dot, brief style panties might have ruined the effect of the naughty maid's murder.

I pushed my coat off and could have sworn I heard Aidan mutter something to himself.

"What's that, sir? Do you not approve of my maid's uniform?" For the murder theater I had to play a coquettish maid, who was overly fond of the man of the house played by my coworker, Tim. It was a fun part to play, but with my new leading man, it was even more fun.

"Oh, I approve. In fact, I approve so much, I'm afraid if I move my feet toward you, I might end up ruining the uniform like I did your front door. Sometimes I don't know my own strength. Especially when my heart is pounding in my chest, making it hard for me to think clearly."

I rested a finger at the corner of my lips. "Why, sir, I'm not sure what you mean. Why don't I check on that dust." I climbed onto the couch and crawled toward the end table, making sure to give the petticoats a good shake. I knew my panties were on full display, and the thought of him staring at them made my pussy tingle.

Aidan moved amazingly fast and light for a man his size. I gasped as two large hands took hold of my hips. "Sorry, my hot little maid, but I didn't want you to fall off the couch in your attempt to dust my table." I could feel his jeans and the hard erection behind his fly pressing against my pussy.

"Screw the role play, Jane, I need you right fucking now." He flipped me around and with a gasp I landed on my back on the couch. He loomed over me, shirtless and looking almost feral with lust. "I'm thinking about you night and day, Jane. I could have gone away for the weekend, but I didn't want to leave the apartment. I wanted to be here, near you."

"I'm glad you stayed." I reached up and curled my hand around his neck. He lowered his mouth to mine.

He was so magnificently big and built, there just wasn't enough room for his long legs and big feet on the couch.

I kissed him and ran my finger along his chin. "Why don't you sit up and I'll climb onto your lap."

He pushed to his feet and gazed down at me with a heavy lidded stare as he unzipped his fly. He shoved his pants down. I pushed up to my elbows with a deep breath.

"Holy shit, I guess I should have guessed it, since everything else was oversized, but wow."

Aidan beamed down at me. "All for you, sweetie."

An involuntary shudder raced through me, and the vibrations it started ended up right between my legs. I sat up and reached for his cock. It was so thick and hot in my grasp, I shuddered again. "Do you have protection? If you say no, I might just sob in disappointment."

He reached into the end table and pulled out a condom.

"Well, that's convenient," I noted.

He shrugged. "I like to be prepared for any situation." He pushed his pants off and put on the condom. I reached up to untie the lace on the bodice.

"Not so fast, miss. Your work is not done."

He sat on the couch and pulled me over to straddle his lap. He pulled the lace crisscrossing the bodice, parting the two panels. Then he yanked the sheer chemise down below my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his head and held his mouth against my breasts. As I moved over his lap, his enormous cock pushed urgently against the crotch of my panties.

"Love this costume even more than the Monroe one," Aidan muttered against my skin.

His hands slipped past the layers of petticoats and found my panties. Before I could protest, he broke the thin strand of lace holding them on my hip.

"Those are my best pair."

"I'll buy you more."

I no longer had the strength or clear mind to complain about the ripped panties. Aidan's large hands swept over my ass and parted me so that my pussy was wide and ready. The air in the room cooled the moisture that had pooled there.

"I need you on my cock just like a silk pussy glove," he growled against the valley between my two breasts. Brock had always been nothing short of a caveman when we had sex, grunting an occasional syllable, always adding in the word fuck. Aidan, on the other hand, was a dirty talk expert. Every word he said seemed to float around the room and coast down between my legs, settling snuggly against my pussy.

I shifted up on my knees. I took hold of his face as he stared up at me, shifting his gaze from my face to my lips to my breasts and back again. As I leaned down and stroked his bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, he positioned me over his erection. The slick, hot tip pushed against me. I took a deep breath to prepare. He was big, bigger than I had even imagined.

I stretched up and he kissed my breasts as I slid down over him.

"That's it, my beautiful Jane. Hold me tight with that amazing pussy."

I continued down the delicious journey, taking in inch after glorious inch of him. It seemed his cock would never end. I tangled my fingers in his hair as I held his face against me.

"Aidan," I said breathlessly. "I've never felt anything like this." It seemed he reached every spot, every secret untouched place.

His mouth covered my neck. My head lolled back as he kissed me. He was so big, I couldn't do anything but hold him inside of me and rock lightly over his lap. Then he met my body as he pushed up against me in a long, deep, sweeping motion until he touched something inside of me that sent off an explosion of sensations. I sucked in an audible breath.

"That's it, baby. Did I touch the magic spot?" he asked, his voice husky and deep.

"Yes," I whispered. "Fuck yes."

He repeated the motion, and his cock again pressed against a spot that sent a shiver of pleasure through me.

"Hold still, Jane. I'm going to take you right over the fucking edge."

I braced my hands against his chest as his hands still gripped my ass, splitting me wide to his penetration. The deep gliding motion of his hips nestled his cock against that magic spot again and again. I hadn't even felt the orgasm approach. It was as if that magic spot was like an on switch. Suddenly my body trembled and my pussy throbbed with ecstasy and still Aidan moved inside of me, each sweeping lift of his hips, perfectly measured and accurate, with no movement wasted.

"Fuck, Aidan," I cried as I held his head against me.

As the waves slowed, leaving me with a tantalizing ache between my legs, Aidan's thrusts were faster and harder. He was no longer working on precision. His strong hands held me over him. Again I braced my hands against his chest to keep from being shot straight up into the ceiling.

His cock was so massive that I felt all of him, every long inch. His grip tightened on my hips and his head dropped back against the couch. "Fuuuck," he groaned as he came.

As his body relaxed beneath me, I dropped against him, resting my head on his shoulder. His powerful arms tightened around me.

"I'm so glad you didn't go to the beach house. And I'm equally glad that I was a murder victim tonight."

He laughed quietly and tightened his hold on me. "You know what I think?"

"What's that? You should hire a maid?"

"Yeah, well that's a given." He ruffled his hands through the layers of tulle under the skirt of the costume. "But only if this is the uniform and only if the person inside said uniform is you."

"We could probably arrange that." I sat up and brushed some hair off his forehead. "As long as you don't actually expect me to clean anything. I'm a terrible housekeeper."

"No cleaning involved." He reached up and traced his callused fingertips around my nipples, stirring up some of the earlier tingling sensations. "Just you and this costume. No panties necessary." He leaned his head over and ran his hand along my calf. "And those high heeled shoes can stay too."

"Well, I can wear the shoes anytime, but the costume goes back to the Murder Mystery wardrobe department."

"Shit. Well, never mind. I'll have a few of them sewn up for you. And maybe one of those sequined gowns too. But no bullet hole. Kind of ruins the mood."