Author Note: I brought home several items from our trip to the Costume Shop, and I’ve been enjoying having Mike dress up, all month long. Hope you enjoy too! ~G

“You know where I keep my cleaning supplies, so get to it.” I lean back into the couch and watch Mike bashfully make his way to the kitchen and bend down to open the cabinet that holds all the chemicals and scrubbers and stuff. When he bends over, I get a nice view of his bare ass under his short skirt. He’s wearing a sexy little maid dress for me, and he looks so fucking good. The fabric hugs his thick waist tightly, and the skirt is so short that every time he shifts, his ass is exposed.

Once Mike stands up straight, arms full of spray bottles and dusters, I turn my attention to the strap-on on over my jeans. I readjust the dildo and look up to find Mike staring at me, or more specifically, my lap.

“What are you waiting for?” His gaze snaps up to my face before his cheeks erupt in a deep blush.

“S-sorry,” he mutters.

“It’s fine. My bookshelf looks a little dusty, so why don’t you start there.” Mike dutifully grabs the duster and walks over to my bookshelf. He wipes every surface, getting into the little crevices in between the books. My gaze wanders up and down the expanse of his body, trailing over his muscular arms to his thick thighs barely covered by his tiny skirt. Even standing at about 6’4, Mike still has to stand on his tiptoes to reach the top of the bookshelf. He has to stretch his body to get the last of the dust, and this gives me a nice view of his ass again. Once he settles back on his feet, I call out to him.

“Mike,” I say, grabbing his attention. “Come here.” His throat bobs as he walks over. I spread my legs to show off the strap on, and Mike whimpers quietly. “Sit on my lap, baby.”

Mike shuffles over and throws his legs over mine, sitting down and balancing on my thighs. His hands rest on my shoulders for more balance.

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that? Can you bounce on my dick like a good boy?” Mike blushes, and I giggle at his bashfulness. “C’mon, I know you can do it.” I grind my hips up to spur him on, and sure enough, Mike removes a hand from where it gripped my shoulder tightly and reaches behind him to grab the strap. It’s already lubed up, so he guides the tip to rub at the entrance of his greedy hole. Mike sinks down steadily to the base of the dildo with a deep moan. I give him a second to adjust, reaching under his skirt to rub and squeeze at his hips. Eventually, I get impatient at his stillness and deliver a swift slap to his ass. Mike moans and clenches down on the strap, but he doesn’t move any further.

“Hurry up and bounce, bunny. I don’t have all day.” Mike whines but listens to my command. He drags his hips up and down, hands twisted in the fabric of my shirt. My jeans rub against the backs of his thighs, making them raw and sensitive, but Mike doesn’t stop bouncing. Moans spill past his lips as he takes the strap deep in his hole. When he presses his hips down flush at the base of the strap and grinds down, I slap his thighs or ass again to spur him on. His face is bright red and he’s panting heavily from pleasure and exertion, but only when his moans get too loud do I still his hips.

“Hey, Mike?” He hums in confusion and I smirk. “The floors look a little dirty, huh? I think you should get to sweeping.” Mike whines but lifts himself off of my strap. His thighs tremble as he rises and he stands on shaky legs. He wobbles to the kitchen and grabs the broom. His knuckles are white as he leans against the broom for support, but he finds his rhythm and sweeps most of the floor.

“Come here.” My voice cuts through the quiet apartment, and Mike scrambles to obey. “Back to bouncing, baby.” He immediately sinks down onto the strap and starts with a fast pace. This angle lets him hit his prostate with almost every bounce. I lift up the skirt covering Mike’s cock. It’s swollen and red, and he flinches as the cool air hits it. Warmth soon overcomes him as I wrap my hand around his cock, but I don’t stroke him. I only squeeze him every so often, and when I see he’s getting close, I stop him once again.

“I almost forgot. I haven’t done the dishes, so could you be a dear and do that for me.” Mike’s cock twitches and he mewls as he slides off the strap. He stumbles to the kitchen and leans over the counter, and I can clearly see the glistening lube sliding out of his twitching, hungry hole.