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MADE TO BE A MAID 
By Scamp (UK)


SELF DISCOVERY

I've been crossdressing now for about two years; of course I have to be 
careful that grandma doesn't find out. She holds very old fashioned and 
very strict views on virtually everything. I think that's what makes 
her such a great character.

I've lived with grandma since my parents died four years ago; my 
crossdressing began when I was tidying the attic one-day and found 
boxes full of grandma's old clothes. At first I started going through 
her clothes in the hope of finding some money, it soon became obvious 
that was a lost cause, but I kept looking anyway. She must have been 
quite a girl before she met grandpa. Most of the dresses were home 
made, but very slinky and sexy. It was then that I found a box of 
lingerie, lacy bras and panties, some very sexy black girdles with 
suspenders; bags full of stockings I was amazed that she had kept it 
all. 

I became aware of a lump in the front of my trousers; I had a pair of 
silk french panties in my hand, I just took out my cock and wanked into 
them before I really thought about what I was doing. I started visiting 
the attic whenever grandma was out of the house, it took several months 
before I realised I had fallen in love with her clothes. I wanted to 
put them on; but how could I; I wasn't queer. I'm a man. I tried to 
stop but kept finding myself in the attic with some very feminine piece 
of clothing in one hand, my hard dick in the other. The day eventually 
came; I had taken some of grandma's clothes down to my bedroom and was 
standing there naked, looking at them laid out on my bed.

Trembling, I picked up a pair of pink silk panties and slowly slid them 
up my legs, the smooth cool material felt gorgeous as it caressed my 
skin. By the time I had pulled them on, my prick was standing to 
attention. I slipped on a matching bra, and stuffed some stockings into 
the cups. The suspender belt was next; I carefully tucked the 
suspenders under the panties before putting on my stockings. "Oooh!" 
Black seamed stockings, I rolled one up my right leg, god I was turned 
on. A small stain of pre-cum bloomed on the front of my panties. Then I 
encased my left leg in sheer black nylon. The dress fitted remarkably 
well, it was a very sober and respectable black evening dress. It clung 
to my figure in a very revealing manner but was designed to only show 
the tiniest hint of cleavage, obviously unlike today it was what you 
couldn't see that was the turn on. The hem was only two inches of the 
ground in my stockinged feet; to finish the effect off I had cut a slit 
up each side of the dress, from the hem to the top of my thigh so I 
could show off my legs. As I walked around the room I could hear the 
rustle of my stockings rubbing together, the feel of the material 
against my skin. I looked down; the dress fell open as I walked 
flashing my stocking clad legs and white thighs. I felt as horny as 
hell. I was the sexiest thing alive. I looked at myself in the mirror, 
my bubble burst with a very loud bang. I looked fucking stupid; I had 
no shoes, I had hairy legs, no wig, no makeup, a great lump in my groin 
and plenty of stubble. I still felt fantastic.

Over the next month I sent off for several mail order catalogues and do 
it yourself books, they covered everything a girl could want in the way 
of clothing makeup and advice. As they arrived over the following weeks 
I spent hours looking at the sexiest clothes they had to offer, often 
wanking myself stupid imagining myself looking like one of the models 
in the pictures. I followed the instructions in the back off the 
catalogues and measured myself ready for my new wardrobe. Grandma and 
myself certainly weren't wealthy by any means but we managed, and I had 
some savings put by. Common sense went out the window as I indulged my 
new passion. I ordered two wigs both glamorous, one black, one platinum 
blonde. Two pairs of shoes; one pair were traditional court shoes with 
a 4-inch heel, the other sandal style with a 5-inch heel, both black, 
both stilettos. A whole bag of makeup, foundations, blusher, lipstick, 
you name it I bought it. Between what I bought and what was in the 
attic I had everything I needed.

I used special deep penetrating hair remover all over my body, 
including my cock and balls. After showering I felt as if I had a new 
body. I couldn't get over how smooth and soft my skin was. It was three 
days before I had to shave my face. I sat in front of the mirror and 
applied my makeup. I smoothed the foundation into my skin, a pale blue 
eye shadow followed by a small amount of blusher just below my 
cheekbone. False eyelashes were next, then the bit I was really looking 
forward to. On went the cherry red lipstick, and false nails, red of 
course. The black undies went on first, semi-transparent panties and 
bra, my false breasts looked so suckable through the thin material, the 
dark erect nipples clearly visible. A matching suspender belt and black 
lace top stockings followed them. My outer clothes consisted of a red 
mini skirt and thin white blouse. Add to that my 5-inch heels and 
platinum blond wig, I felt such a slut.

I looked at myself in the full-length mirror, a stunning sexy blonde 
looked back. My legs were slim and sexy "and go all the way to the top" 
as men say. My waist was trim; my tits looked great, not to big not too 
small. My face was beautiful, I couldn't believe it was me, I kept 
touching myself hoping I wouldn't wake up just to find it was all a 
dream. My wig looked real and my feet were encased in "fuck me" shoes. 
I walked up and down admiring the attractive woman in the mirror, and 
wondered how she would look in her other clothes.


MAKING NEW FRIENDS

This went on for about a year; my other self became Jenny the TV slut. 
In that time I had borrowed a video camera and bought a cheap tape 
recorder, and used them to master the art of walking, talking and 
moving like a real woman. I had also purchased a vibrator and several 
dildos, in my alter ego of Jenny I would toss myself off, while pushing 
a dildo up my ass, dreaming of how it would feel to taken by a real 
man. The more I dressed as Jenny the more I wanted to be treated like a 
slut, the more I wanted a man.

Eventually I plucked up the courage to join a club for transvestites, 
they had their own shops where you could try on the clothes and 
arranged visits to clubs catering for TV's. They even arranged holidays 
where I could dress as Jenny all the time. The really good thing was 
they had changing rooms, so I could travel as Jimmy and not run the 
risk of any hassle or embarrassment. A TV only party at the home of one 
of the clubs reps was to be Jenny's first trip into the outside world. 

My stomach began to churn with second thoughts as I walked up the 
drive, clutching my sports bag I approached the front door. I pressed 
the doorbell; I could hear the pulse of music coming from inside. I was 
on the verge of turning round and running when the door opened. My jaw 
dropped, a pencil thin brunette answered the door, looking every inch a 
supermodel.

"Can I help you?" her voice feminine but deep and husky.

"Err, Jimmy, sorry Jenny!"

I held out my membership card, she smiled. Her short dress barely 
covered her ass, her mouth looked so sexy. She checked the card.

"Come in Jimmy; there's no need to be nervous there are two new girls 
here already." She put her arm around my waist and led me into the 
house. "By the way my names Chrissy, now go upstairs and change and 
remember to tell Jenny I have glass of wine for her."

I climbed the stairs, and found a door labelled changing room; 
thankfully it was empty. Once ready I checked myself in the mirror, 
lovely. My feet looked dainty and feminine with red painted toenails, 
my seams were straight, and my miniskirt let me show plenty of leg. My 
white silk top clung to the contours of my false breasts exaggerating 
my feminine figure. Makeup's looking good, wig? Stunning! I followed 
the music through to the back of the house. At least fifteen absolutely 
stunning women were on the patio, most talking a few dancing. Chrissy 
walked over and handed me a large glass of wine.

"This should settle the butterflies Jenny" she smiled and kissed me on 
the cheek. "You look gorgeous by the way, I can see you'll have to 
fight the men off on club night."

I blushed, as Chrissy took me by the hand and introduced me to my new 
sisters. As we talked among ourselves I became aware of how relaxed and 
natural I felt; I belonged. It was like returning home after a long 
summer vacation. We all had similar stories to tell secret raids on 
mom's wardrobe or stealing their wives panties. For most women at the 
party this was a secret life, a couple lived alone and a very lucky 
three had wives who encouraged their crossdressing and occasionally 
joined in the fun. As the evening wore on I had made several new 
friends and was a little tipsy. It was strange how we gathered in 
types. I had spent most of the evening with Cheryl and Suzy; we 
favoured the slut look. Another group favoured business suits with 
tight pencil skirts. Others covered themselves in frills and lace, or 
had leanings towards the schoolgirl look.

It was time to leave; we all kissed each other on the cheek as we said 
our goodbyes. As I left Chrissy gave me the latest newsletter.

"It's got the new club nights listed"

I thanked her put it in my bag and walked back to my car. I was about 
half way there when I noticed the click of my heels on the pavement; 
shit! I was dressed as Jenny! I rushed to my car, jumped in and locked 
all the doors. I just sat there for 10 minutes not knowing what to do. 
There was nothing else for it; Jenny had to drive home. I slipped off 
my shoes and started the car. Keep it safe and smooth I kept reminding 
myself, don't draw attention to yourself. The drive seemed forever, I 
was about a mile from home when a Police car started tailing me. "Stay 
calm" I said to myself, I checked the mirror, and it was still there. 
"Surely that can't pull you over for safe driving!" The patrol car 
pulled alongside, the two men both looked at me, one winked the other 
blew me a kiss. I attempted a smile, my lips twitching with fear. Both 
men smiled as they pulled away and vanished in the distance. When I got 
home grandma was already in bed asleep, I parked the car in the drive 
and walked towards the door. I stopped, why not? 

Encouraged by my evening out and made bolder by the wine I decided to 
go for a walk. As I walked down the road I could feel the cool night 
air through my clothes; a slight breeze raised the hem of my skirt and 
brushed against my naked thighs. My heels sounded delicious as the 
clicked against the pavement announcing my presence to anyone who cared 
to listen. As I quickened my pace my stockings rubbed together making 
that sexy swishing sound. I'd gone about 500 yards before deciding to 
return home. As I walked back, to my horror I saw three teenagers 
walking towards me but on the far side of the road. "Ignore them" I 
said to myself. As we drew nearer I began to sway my hips in an openly 
sexy manner "Oh Shit! What was I doing?" They saw me.

"Yo babe!" one shouted. I kept walking.

"Swing that pretty little ass over here, we'll give you a good time!"

As I passed them I smiled at them and blew a kiss, "Why did I do that? 
What if they follow me?" Luckily they kept going I could breath again. 
Once home I went to my room lay on the bed and masturbated. 


CLUB NIGHT

When club night arrived I wanted to make sure I looked real sexy. I 
kept to my 5-inch heels and black stockings, with a figure hugging 
mauve rubber mini dress. Jenny had black hair this evening and pouting 
pink lips. 

"Everyone ready?" Chrissy shouted "Our taxi's here!"

Chrissy, Cheryl, Suzy and myself walked out of Chrissy's house to the 
waiting taxi. 

"The Pink Pussy" the driver nodded and pulled out of the drive.

Once in the club we set up camp at one end of the bar and began sizing 
up the competition. There's nothing quit so bitchy as jealous TVs. Half 
way through the evening the music became more smoochy, couples began to 
appear on the dance floor. Suzy took my hand.
"Care to dance slut?"

"Why yes bitch!"

We both laughed. We slid our arms around each other and pulled each 
other close. As we gently swayed to the slow beat of the music I kissed 
Suzy on the neck; her hands slid down my back and squeezed my ass. 

"Excuse me ladies" we both looked up, a guy in his mid thirty's stood 
there smiling. He turned to me and asked me to dance, Suzy told me to 
enjoy myself and sat down at the bar. 

"I'm Carl" his strong arms pulled me towards him. "I'm Jenny."

As we danced his hands replaced Suzy's on my ass, I couldn't object, 
this was what I wanted. He kissed my neck; I let out a small cooing 
sound. Encouraged by this he kissed my cheek. We were suddenly face to 
face, I could feel his hard prick rubbing against mine, and my lips 
trembled. I nodded and parted my lips. I felt his mouth on mine, 
"Ooooh" this was good, his tongue started to explore my mouth. I 
responded, our tongues wrapped around each other our mouths locked in 
passionate embrace.

I danced with Carl for over an hour; he explored as much of my body 
with his hands as he could on a dance floor. I was hot; I was a woman. 
He led me outside to the car park. Where we kissed even more 
passionately than before, a hand crept between my legs, and stroked my 
inner thigh just above my stocking top. 

"Ooooooooh!"

I opened my legs; my short dress rode up revealing my panties soaked in 
pre-cum. I heard him unzip; he placed my hand on his hard prick. By now 
my head was spinning, my hand instinctively started to rub the shaft of 
his prick. It felt so big. I felt his hands on my shoulders, I didn't 
register what was happening until my legs bent at the knees and I found 
his prick inches from my lips. Carl took his prick in his hand and 
began rubbing its head over my lips; I could taste his salty taste. I 
looked up at him; he smiled at me and slowly pushed the head into my 
mouth. I began to suck, stopping now and then to run my tongue around 
the purple head of his prick and lick his shaft. He began to fuck my 
mouth; I sucked harder, and harder. 

"You fucking horny bitch" his cock began to throb, he pushed himself to 
the back of my mouth. His hot cum hit my throat; I swallowed. The 
strong taste hit me, "so this was the taste of a real man." I knew at 
once, I would be tasting more of this nectar in the future. 

I stood up and started pulling down my dress, Carl stopped me. He 
wrapped his arms around me and started kissing me once more. I fondled 
his limp prick trying to encourage it back to life. His hands slid down 
the back of my panties; the cheeks of my ass were pulled open. I 
groaned with pleasure as I though about what was coming next. I felt a 
finger brush against my anus, Carl slowly pushed his finger inside me, 
I tried to relax but he was finding it hard work. He pulled his finger 
out and placed it in my mouth. I could taste my ass on him as I covered 
his finger in saliva. It was easier this time; Carl began to finger 
fuck my ass as we kissed. A second finger from his other hand soon 
joined it. They worked their way inside me. I felt my ass stretch as he 
pulled me open, softening my ass muscle ready to fuck me. Carl turned 
me around and bent me over the front of his car. He pulled my panties 
down, I felt his tongue probe my anus. He stood up; something large, 
warm and moist was pushing into me. It was so exciting I was about to 
be fucked for the first time. 

I felt my anus open, then it began to stretch. "It felt so big" He 
pushed some more, I felt my ass stretch again. The head of his prick 
was inside my ass; I gave a squeal as he pushed the rest of his prick 
inside me. I felt his legs pressed up against me, I felt really full, 
like I hadn't shit for a month. He lent forward and began kissing my 
neck.

"Oh Carl, fuck me, please!"

He held my hips and began to pump his prick into me, his balls slapped 
against me as he took me. I felt a hand wrap itself around my own hard 
prick, I fucked Carl's hand as he fucked my ass. I was too excited I 
came almost straight away, Carl just kept shafting me.

"I'm cumming you bitch, I'm cumming right up your fucking ass." His 
prick throbbed inside me for a second time that night. I felt his hot 
cum deep inside me, flooding my bowels. 

We tidied each other up and walked back to the club, I could feel his 
cum start to drip from my ass. I was a slut and I didn't care.


MADE TO BE A MAID

I was enjoying life to the full, Carl may have been the first but he 
certainly wasn't the last. Over the next five months I fucked and 
sucked my way through 15 men, and that doesn't include Cheryl and Suzy. 

I was buying groceries from the local store when Fred Johnston the 
owner walked over to me.

"Hi Jimmy" he pushed his hand in his pocket and pulled out a brown 
envelope.

"Hi Mr Johnston, what can I do for you"

He explained that he and several of the other local storeowner's had a 
get together every so often and they liked to pamper themselves on 
these occasions. What he needed was a waitress or maid to look after 
their needs.

"I'd like to help Mr Johnston really, but I don't know any girls"

He opened the envelope, "I thought you might like see who we had in 
mind." I looked at him puzzled. He handed me a photograph of Jenny; she 
was laid on her back across the front of a pick-up, her legs over some 
guys' shoulders being fucked silly. "Her names Jenny, that's what the 
people at the club told me anyway." Another picture then another, Jenny 
driving my car, Jenny going into my house, Jenny in the kitchen, Shit! 
Jenny without her wig! I went red. "No need to blush Jon, were all men 
of the world. Anyway we not interested in you, it's Jenny we want."

"What should I tell her?" I stammered.

"Tell her I've got a proposition to put to her, but she better get down 
here before closing, or I just might have to ask grandma to pass the 
message on."

I rushed home, whatever happens grandma mustn't find out about Jenny.

Five minutes before closing Jenny walked into Mr Johnstons' store. For 
once she looked almost respectable. The blue suit looked good, the 
tight pencil skirt hugged her tight ass. A pale cream blouse with 
matching stockings and shoes completed her outfit. Jenny went over to 
the counter and rang the bell for service. Mr Johnston came out.

"Well Jim; err, Jenny, we meet at last" he picked up my hand and kissed 
it, "it's always nice to meet a lady." I blushed for the second time 
that day. 

"Jimmy says you want me to be your maid at some party"

He explained that the job was more than just waiting table. It would be 
a private party and I had to ensure that the guests every need was 
satisfied. I was going to be their toy for the evening, and I wasn't 
allowed to refuse a guest anything. And grandma need never know Jimmy's 
little secret.

I didn't have much choice, I agreed. The party was tonight at his 
house. He handed me a box. "Make sure your wearing your uniform when 
you arrive!"

I went home and pondered my fate for awhile, I accepted that I had no 
choice and then went upstairs and changed into my new maids uniform. A 
note inside the box told me to wear my platinum blonde wig, and 5-inch 
heels. A girdle was the first thing to go on, it fastened at the front. 
The note said to tighten it to the marks indicated I held my breath and 
tightened the girdle as far as I could. My waist was pulled in by a 
good five inches, the small amount of fat on my chest had been pushed 
up into the cups giving me small but real breasts. It was hard to 
breath, according to my instructions it would take ten to fifteen 
minutes to get used to my reduced dimensions. The panties were see-
through and small. I rolled the black stockings up my legs; I began to 
get turned on, not just by the clothes but the party ahead. I was their 
sex slave; my prick sprang to attention. The maids uniform barely 
covered my ass, if I stood upright it just covered my panties, it never 
came close to reaching my stocking tops. The top was low cut and 
obviously designed with the girdle in mind. My small breasts were 
prominently displayed. A ridiculous small frilly apron finished off the 
whole outfit.

I picked up my raincoat, jumped in the car and headed for Mr 
Johnstons'. When I arrived, Mr Johnston took my coat he looked me up 
and down licking his lips as he admired his new toy. I had to call 
everyone sir or master, and be subservient at all times. I nodded "Yes 
sir". I picked up a tray of drinks from the kitchen and headed for the 
living room. As I entered I counted eight men, no women. They were all 
respectable storeowners' and seemed to be talking about business and 
the economy. As I walked around the room they all gave me admiring 
looks and began whispering to one another what they would like to do to 
me.

I spent the first hour waitressing; the occasional hand stroked my ass, 
or slid between my legs as I filled their glasses. I began to enjoy 
myself, all these men all wanting me, their eyes roaming over my body. 
I was pouring old Mr Tomkins from the hardware store some wine when he 
out of the blue he said "Put the bottle down and suck my cock Jenny." 

I knelt between his legs, he shuffled forward slightly on his chair. I 
unzipped him and took out his cock; it was already beginning to get 
hard. I lent forward and took him in my mouth, I felt my skirt ride up 
exposing my small panties to everyone in the room. Tomkins cock swelled 
to fill my mouth. "No wonder Mrs Tomkins always has a smile on her 
face!" I used my tongue on the head of his cock. 

"Oh! That hit the spot Jenny, good girl, good girl."

I sucked him deeper into my mouth; I started to run my fingernails over 
his balls and across the little piece of skin between his balls and his 
anus. His cock throbbed, his hips jerked forwards, his hot cum filled 
my mouth. I released his rapidly softening cock; he winked at me as he 
watched me swallow.

I picked up the bottle and headed for the kitchen.

"Hey! Slow down Jenny." Mr Johnston put his arm around me and squeezed 
one of my breasts. He kissed me on the cheek; "I could do with some of 
that!"

His already hard prick was rubbing against my stockinged leg; I smiled 
and knelt in front of him. He held my head as he pushed his prick 
between my parted lips. I sucked and he fucked, his prick kept hitting 
the back of my throat, it seemed like an age before he eventually 
emptied himself into my mouth, I felt his thick white cum slither 
smoothly down my throat.

The real work of the evening had begun. All through my first two 
performances I noticed three of them wanking into their empty drinks 
glasses, they poured the contents all into one glass. Keith Smith from 
the video store brought it over to me.

"Jenny, me and a few of the boys thought you should have a drink on us" 
I took the glass, it was over half full of cum. I sniffed the bouquet, 
"A good vintage." Everyone watched as I put the glass to my lips to 
drink. I took a sip and swirled it around my mouth savouring the taste 
of three men combined. I raised the glass, tilted my head back and 
emptied it in one. I had never felt so good in my life.

I was in the kitchen cleaning some glasses when someone pushed me over 
the kitchen counter; his hands squeezed the cheeks of my ass. My 
panties were pulled down, I heard his zipper and then his hard prick 
pushed into the crack of my ass. My ass cheeks were pulled apart; I 
felt a now familiar pressure on my anus as he forced his prick inside 
me. I let out a gasp as he launched himself into me. He never said a 
word, I was just there to be fucked; and he fucked me good. I was his, 
body and soul. His balls slapped against me, I felt my insides swell 
with each thrust. He grunted; I felt warm inside as his cum gushed into 
my belly. He withdrew and returned to the party.

I took out some more wine and began refilling the men's empty glasses. 
Don Steiner from the shoe emporium took me to the centre of the room 
and removed my pre cum stained panties. He pushed them into my mouth, I 
closed my eyes in anticipation; I knew there had to be more than sex. I 
was told to get on all fours and stick my ass in the air. A small 
dribble of cum ran out of my ass. I could feel it run over my balls and 
along the length of my hard cock, before dripping onto the floor. I 
heard a "whooosh" then a sharp pain crashed through my body as my ass 
received its first feel of the cane. Then another, the cane bit into my 
soft flesh, more cum dribbled out of my asshole. The blows kept coming, 
tears rolled down my face, "Oh the pain!" "Woooosh," another blow 
landed on my ass, this time it caught my balls, "Aaaaagh! Nooooooo!" My 
prick throbbed as hot spunk sprayed onto the carpet. The blows suddenly 
stopped, the guests were cheering and clapping. 

Don knelt beside me and removed my now soaking wet panties from my 
mouth. "Lick it up!" I looked down at the globs of cum staining the 
carpet and cleaned up my mess. I crawled around on all fours, sucking 
and licking myself off the floor. I was about finished when someone 
flicked cigar ash in front of me. My mouth closed around it, making 
sure the carpet was kept clean.

Before I could stand a pair of hands firmly gripped my hips as my ass 
stretched around another mystery prick. John Deacon the Methodist 
Minister waved his short but fat cock in front of my face, I opened my 
mouth ready to receive his blessing. It wasn't long before both my 
holes were filled with cum; my jaw was beginning to ache as another 
cock appeared in front of my face. I didn't even bother to see who it 
was I just sucked for all I was worth. I lost count of how many times I 
was fucked, I couldn't swallow another drop, cum ran out of both my 
holes; my stretched ass just couldn't hold it in. 

When I recovered my senses I realised I was alone with Mr Johnston. The 
guests had gone home. I lay on the floor as they had left me, exposed, 
semi naked, looking like the slut I am.

"Did I do ok Mr Johnston?"

"You did fine Jenny" he smiled at me "we'll let you know the date of 
the next party."

"Next party?"

"You signed on for the duration Jenny, we don't often get a whore as 
good as you"

"Thank you" I whispered.

I fell asleep as Mr Johnston started fucking my ass one last time, I 
dreamed of what they would do to me next time...



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