The Texas sun scorched the sprawling ranch, but inside, the air was cool and hushed. I smoothed my maid outfit, a black skirt, white apron, and sissy choker, feeling the soft fabric cling to my slim frame.
As an Asian femboy, I adored delicate things, and this job, serving Ethan, was a dream spun from secret fantasies.
Ethan embodied Texas: tall, broad-shouldered, with a jawline sharp enough to slice the humid air. His hazel eyes sparked, making my heart race whenever they met mine. I had been his maid for three months, hired after a clumsy encounter at a Dallas café where I spilled coffee on his boots and apologized in a panic, as I bent down to wipe them off, he saw my hot pink thong panties peeking out.
Instead of anger, he offered a grin and a job.
Today, I dusted his study, my cheeks burning as I stole glances at him. He lounged in a leather chair, reading, his shirt unbuttoned just enough to reveal tanned skin. My hands trembled, the feather duster slipping. It fell, and our eyes locked as we both reached for it. His calloused fingers brushed mine, and I froze, heat flooding my face.
“Sorry, sir,” I mumbled, voice barely a whisper.
“Ethan,” he corrected, his drawl low and warm. “You don’t gotta be so formal, Kai.”
My name on his lips felt like magic. I stood, clutching the duster, and blurted, “I like this. Working for you. Being dressed like this.” I gestured at my outfit, my heart pounding. “It feels right.”
His gaze softened, not mocking, but curious. “Yeah? You look good in it. More than good.” He stepped closer, towering over me. “You don’t have to hide who you are here.”
My breath caught. I had never dared confess how much I loved the role of a sissy maid, the frills, the way his presence made me feel small yet seen. “I… I want to keep serving you,” I said, voice shaking. “Not just as a maid, but… because it’s you.”
Ethan’s hand cupped his big cock bulge, “Kai, you’re more than a maid to me, you’ll make a good dick sucker too. You tripped into my life as if you were meant to taste this dick.” His thumb traced his giant dick print, and I leaned into it, heart soaring at the sight of it.
The ranch was silent, but inside me, a storm of joy raged. I was his, not just in duty, but in a way I had only dreamed. As the sun dipped low, painting the room gold, I knew this was where I belonged, in a Texas fairy tale, serving the man who saw me for me.
And he was right, I couldn’t wait to taste his big white dick.
