Germany entered the bedroom, nervousness clear on his face. He lifted his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor, struggling to ignore the way his stomach was twisting into knots. He sat on the edge of the bed, where the outfit Italy had bought for him lay.
The maid costume.
Oh, good Lord. Germany didn't know if he could do this. He loved Italy with all his heart, but he really, really didn't know if he could do this. A soft knock on the bedroom door jolted him from his trance.
"Remember, love," Italy called from the other side of the door. "There's no need to be nervous. I'll be downstairs in the living room when you're done, alright?"
Germany swallowed. "Alright." He removed the rest of his clothes, then made his way to the nightstand. He opened the top drawer and grabbed a bottle of lube, his heart thumping as he uncapped it. Italy would most likely pounce on him the moment he entered the living room in that maid costume, so Germany thought it would be wise to prep himself beforehand.
He doused his fingers with lube, then balanced one leg on the bed so he had better access to his hole. Bottom lip clamped between his teeth, he brought an index finger to his entrance and pushed it inside. He added a second finger, the digit going in easily. He stifled a soft moan as the fingers brushed against his sweet spot. Once he felt ready, he slipped a third finger into his ass, the digits hugged snugly by his clenching walls. He spread his fingers wide, bending them, flexing them, and getting his passage all slick with lube. As soon as he believed he'd been properly stretched, he pulled his fingers away. He wiped his hand with some tissues on the bedside table, then turned his attention to the maid costume, spread out on the mattress.
"Goddamn," Germany muttered. "I can't believe I'm about to do this." He reluctantly dressed himself in the costume, then stepped in front of the mirror.
When Germany stood up straight, the puffy skirt just covered his ass. But if he bent over, anyone close enough to see would certainly get an eyeful. Black thigh-highs adorned his muscled legs, and the hem of the dress was trimmed with white lace.
"Are you almost finished up there, love?" Italy called from downstairs. "Come down here! Don't be shy!"
Germany grabbed the feather duster from the bedside table, completing the ensemble. He gripped it tightly in an attempt to still his shaking hands. He made his way down the stairs, anticipation brewing in his stomach.
Italy was seated on the living room couch, half-heartedly reading a book. The moment Germany came into sight, his heart threatened to leap out of his chest. Italy blinked a couple times and pinched his own arm, just to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
"I hope I'm not bothering you, sir," Germany began, smoothing his skirt. "I just need to dust off the coffee table. Is that okay with you?"
Italy straightened his back, hoping he didn't look flustered. "Of course, maid."
Italy's book was all but forgotten as Germany bent over, and Italy was met with a shocking sight. Germany wasn't wearing any underwear. His position made his skirt shift upwards, leaving his bare ass on full display, the round, creamy cheeks in all their glory. Germany arched his back as he dusted off the coffee table, practically shoving his ass in Italy's face.
Italy cleared his throat. "Tell me, maid. Do you have any sense of modesty?"
Germany stood up straight and turned around to face his lover. "What are you talking about, sir?"
Italy's eyes were glinting with desire, his mouth curled with a hint of fake disgust. "Walking around my house with no panties underneath your short little skirt. Have you no shame?"
Germany looked down at the floor, feeling his cheeks begin to burn. "I'm sorry, sir."
"I must say," Italy continued, looking Germany up and down. "You are a very pretty little maid. Perhaps you could serve me in… another kind of way?"
"Oh, I couldn't do that," Germany gasped. "That wouldn't be professional."
"Nonsense," Italy's voice was firm, orderly, and dripping with lust. "Since you're no good at cleaning, you're going to sit on my lap and service me in a different way. Do I make myself clear?"
"But, sir-"
"The whole point of being a maid is to be obedient, and to do as your master says. Like I said, you're going to sit on my lap and do exactly what I tell you."
Germany swallowed. "Y-Yes, sir." He dropped his feather duster and plopped himself in Italy's lap, his cock and ass rubbing against the brunette's thighs.
Both of Italy's hands slid down Germany's back, and a lascivious smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He groped Germany's behind through his dress, drawing a small yelp of surprise from the larger man.
Germany brought a hand to Italy's crotch, gently rubbing the growing tent in the man's pants. "Sir? May I?"
"Of course, maid."
Germany undid the button and zipper of Italy's pants, revealing a pair of navy blue briefs, the fabric stretched taut against Italy's arousal. Germany pulled the brunette's underwear away, freeing his lengthy erection.
"Hold on a second, love. You're a naughty little maid, but that doesn't mean you deserve to take me dry. There's some lube nearby, I just-"
"No need, sir," Germany shook his head. "I prepped myself before I came down here. I'm ready for you now."
Italy raised both his eyebrows. "You… you-"
"I got my fingers all nice and slick," Germany continued. "And I stuck them in my ass. I opened myself up, pretending it was you the whole time."
"Damn," Italy whispered. "You really are naughty." He gestured to his manhood. "You want this cock, don't you?"
"Please," Germany begged. "It's so big. I wanna feel it inside me, sir, please!"
"Oh, you do, honey?" Italy teased. "Someone's impatient today. But there's no way I could refuse you. Come on, maid. Ride my cock like a good boy."
"Thank you, sir," Germany lifted his skirt, raised his hips above Italy's waiting cock, and sank down on it with a shaky, high-pitched moan. Once he was fully seated, he threw his head back, drunk on the feeling of being so unsparingly stuffed. He glanced down at himself, the feminine nature of the maid costume contrasting greatly with his strong, muscular body.
Italy whimpered through gritted teeth, his cock hugged tightly by Germany's clenching walls. Germany began to bounce on his cock, and Italy felt like his limbs were turning to jelly.
Germany's skirt flounced with his movements, his hands gripping Italy's shoulders for balance. He was so focused on building his rhythm that he flinched when both of Italy's hands fisted in his hair, pulling him in for a passionate kiss.
"Mm," Germany sighed as Italy's tongue delved between his lips, sliding delightfully against his. Their teeth met with a faint click, sweat glistening on both of their bodies. Germany found a faster pace, hips rising and falling at a relentless speed. One hand dove under his skirt to stroke his throbbing cock, but Italy gave his wrist a gentle smack.
"A good maid wouldn't need to touch himself," Italy scolded. "Since you're so damn desperate for me, you'll come just by having your ass stuffed full of cock. I know you can do it, darling."
Germany withdrew his hand from his skirt and returned it to Italy's shoulder. His face flushed as he rode Italy even harder, his ass smacking noisily against the brunette's thighs. His mouth fell open as his sweet spot was ceaselessly hit, sending jolts of pleasure up his spine.
"I know you're getting close, amore," Italy said, both hands delivering gentle squeezes to Germany's behind. "Come on, darling. You can do it."
Germany screwed his eyes shut and let the waves of his climax wash over him, drowning him in bliss. He kept riding Italy through his orgasm, though his pace had become noticeably slower, his hips rolling lazily on top of Italy's cock.
Italy wasn't far behind, the tension in his stomach at a breaking point. Germany was unrelenting, determined to push his husband over the edge, rocking his hips until he felt Italy release inside of him, moaning salaciously as he climaxed.
Hot, sticky wetness coated Germany's constricting walls, his mind still foggy from his previous orgasm. He sensed Italy's cock growing flaccid, and lifted himself off the softening length. Seed gushed from his hole and trickled down his thighs.
"Such a good maid," Italy purred, pressing a kiss to Germany's forehead. "I'll definitely be keeping you around. But God, I sure hope your little ass can handle it."
