French Maid  

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10/21/2005 10:15 am

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French Maid


It had been another cold night at the winery, swing shift. This winter had been unusually cold and to make matters worse I'd been working six stories up on top of the tanks in the rain. I was cold and soaked to the bone. I was more miserable tonight than I had been in a long time. I had always enjoyed the rain and considered myself a cold weather person but the combination of two had proved to be no fun at all. At five foot, nine inches tall and 160 pounds I was your average blue collar man. I hate driving in the rain and was grateful to finally pull into the carport of my apartment complex. I slammed the door of my Explorer and looked wearily out into the darkness and listened to the rain drumming on the metal roof of the carport. I looked up at the windows of my second story where no lights were on. I had to remind myself that my girlfriend, Nicole, was away this weekend at a friends house, No warm supper and no warm bed for me tonight. I found myself shaking the water out of my short curly hair and beard and scolded myself for drying off before stepping out into the rain. Halfway across the parking lot I stepped in a large puddle, as if the night couldn't get any worse. The squishing sound in my boot was a reminder that my night would only get worse. I reached the top of the stairs and was fishing in my pocket for my keys when the porch light flipped on. I was so surprised by it that I dropped my keys, what I saw next dropped my jaw.
The door swung inwards on its squeeky hinge and in the doorway was Nicole. She was wearing a French maids outfit that was so short and skimpy that I would dare describe it as slutty. All of my previous worries were gone as I stared. First I noticed her black strapped high heels and I worked my up past her stockings and garters, passed the multitudes of lacy petticoats, all the way to her freshly shaved pussy. She wasn't wearing any panties and my penis was quick to notice too.
"Ah, did the Master drop his keys? Let me get those for you, Sir," and she leaned slowly over to reach my keys. The top of the outfit was see though lace and she was wearing a corset that pushed her boobs up so high I was amazed they hadn't fallen out with her breathing. When she finally grasped the keyring her boob finally pulled itself free of its lacy prison. "Oops," was all she said as she stood up and tucked her tit back in place. She tucked her hands behind her back and leaned back as she slightly thrust her hips forward. This new stance pushed her boobs forward and awarded me a straight view of her glistening, bald pussy. I was in heaven kneeling on the ground. Her lips were glossy red and stuck in a permanent pout. "Is the Master going to sit there and share treasure with the world or is he going to go inside for his evening bath?"
I suddenly came to my senses and realized that my girlfriend was half naked on the porch of our apartment and if her nipples were any indication she was getting cold. The first thing I noticed when I came inside was the dinner table. She had placed a vase of roses in the middle and there were matching candlesticks on either side the truly strange thing was there was only one seat set for eating. It looked like something in a four start restaurant and the smells coming from the kitchen matched the table. While I was distracted by the decorations she had grabbed a nearby towel and began drying my hair, she must have planned ahead for this and she had eight hours while I was at work to put it into action.
"Wet clothes? This simply will not due. Master must remove those dripping clothes at once!" Having said that she began tugging at my clothes. I started to pull off my jacket when she grabbed it and said, "Does the Master believe I am unable to fullfil my duties? I will do everything for you. Please Sir, allow me."
I was naked in no time and she was rubbing a soft towel across my shoulders. She spent a long time drying my torso but I think her focus was on my cock because she was constantly in contact with it. My cock twitched each time her legs rubbed against it and those petticoats were like a bunch feathers against my skin. She worked her way down drying as she went and by the time she reached my ankles her face was mere inches from my erection.
"Master, it would seem you have a problem here," she didn't look up and her lips brushed against the head as she spoke, "I am here to do everything for you," and without another word she sent her expert mouth to work. My legs were shaking and I was starting to have trouble focusing on keeping my balance. "Master you will fall! Please take a seat, please." She leaned over and pulled back a chair from the dining room table and on cue her boob popped out. She repeated, "Ooops," in the same tone as before. Having safely returned her tit to the top of the costume and having seated me she circled around and resumed her "duties." As usual her mouth proved too much for me and in short order I was cumming. After the first spurt she pushed her head down all the way, deep throating was a new trick but I don't think I'll ever get tired of it. Even after my orgasm had subsided she continued to hold my cock in her mouth, sucking softly.
"You're going to suck me dry," was all I could muster and she stopped and looked up at me.
"If you're ready now, Master, I have prepared a bath." She gripped my softened penis in one hand and lead me down the hall into the bathroom.
The tub was filled with lots of white bubbles and the water smelled strongly of roses. I lowered myself slowly into the water which was unually hot, like a spa. She explained that she was unsure of when I would return so she wanted it to be still hot. She never dropped character and continued callling me master or sir. I leaned back in the tub and closed my eyes. All of the weariness of work seeped out of me as the warmth seeped in. I thought she'd gone to the kitchen but I was wrong. I opened my eyes and turned my head toward the sound of glass tinkling against glass. I was treated to the most wonderful view of her ass as she leaned over pouring champagne into a glass. That's when I noticed that everything that was usually on the counter was neatly arranged on the floor. Oppurtunity was all around me, I began taking note of things I could ask her to retrieve for me, knowing that she would have to bend over to get it. She always thinks of everything, I love her a lot.
"Oops," she said and turned to me with a champagne glass in one hand and the bottle in the other. "Master, my boob has popped out," she said with pout. She finished pouring the glass making sure to rub the ice cold bottle against her nipple which grew hard right away. She returned the bottle to the ice bucket and handed me the glass before she fixed her wardrobe malfunction.
I assumed my role as her Master with surprising ease. "Have some champagne," I instructed and silenced her protest with a stern look and a wave of my hand. The warmth of the bath and the loving care of Nicole had worked me into an excellent mood which only improved each time I asked her to pick something up from the ground which was usually accompanied by her characteristic "oops". During the bath she masassaged my shoulders and scrubbed me with a brush. By the time I had finished bathing I felt refreshed and alert.
Nicole dried me off just as she'd done when I first arrived home and even treated me to another blow job but didn't go long enough for me to cum again. She dressed me in a red bath robe and I looked like a stocky Hugh Hefner. She lead me to the dining room and sat me at the only placement. Then I was treated to her best cooking ever. A full three course meal. I encouraged her to eat first as her master and then as her boyfriend but she refused both times insisting she was full from the treat I'd given her earlier. While I was eating the main course she told me she'd attend to her other chores and I once again had good view of her tits as she moved about the room in mock cleaning.
"Where could I have left my feather duster?" she quieried with her hands on her hips. She looked around the room a few times before she stopped with her back to me and bent over to check under the table. There was her beautiful ass, I never get tired of seeing that, and sticking out from her asshole was a feather duster. I chuckled to myself and told her that I'd found it. She mocked surprise when I told her and she said that she'd just have to get it later. She wiggled her ass against some furniture pretentding to dust using the duster.
After I'd finished eating she began clearing the table and I started to get up and follow her to the kitchen when she instructed me to sit back down that she would serve desert soon. Nicole cleared the dishes first but didn't stop with the dinner ware, she cleared everything from the table including the flowers and the candles.
"What are you planning?" I asked with a wry smile. I had a pretty good idea but was feeling playful.
"Why making room for desert of course, Master," was all she said to me.
She made a few trips to the kitchen, the last of which seemed to take too long and when there was nothing left on the table, except the table cloth, she pulled out the chair on the far side of the table and as I had expected she climbed up on the table using the chair as a step. She swayed her hips as she took small steps across our table and she had to duck as she walked but somehow managed to make even that sexy. She ended her walk with a classic cat walk turn but she was very careful not to ruffle the table cloth. Now that she was closer to me I could say that she had put on a thong and I guess my face betrayed my disappointment.
"Master, a good desert must be appreciated before eaten," and then she winked at me which held a promise of great sex.
Nicole put her right leg out centered right in front of me then leaned forward bending her knees slightly. Her 'C' cup tits spilled out of lace top but for the first time that night she didn't say "Oops." She reached down to her feet and touched the top of her high heel shoe, I'm kind of a leg man so she had my attention, she slowly ran the fingers of both hands up her leg and brushing against her clitoris before continuing up her hips and bringing her hands to rest on her nipples. She made eye contact with me and rocked her hips as she worked on her nipples. She danced for a minute before she stopped then she squatted down and sat on the edge of the table then she layed back. She swung her left leg up and rested her foot on the back of my chair above my right shoulder and then followed suit with her right leg. Her hands ran down her stomache and past the frilly petticoats and reached her hips and gripped the sides of her thong. She pulled and it stretched before breaking, kind of like a fruit roll up, but she didn't pull them off.
"Desert is served, Master," then her hands wandered back up to her breast and she resumed her nipple play.
I leaned forward and touched the thong aside with my tongue. It was just as I had suspected, edible underwear. It was fruity like a combination of strawberries, cherries, and rasberries. I licked the spot above the clitoris until I'd worn a hole through the underwear and then I pulled it off with my teeth and ate it with much enthusiasm before returning to my desert. She must have shaved just before I got home because her cunt and thighs were so smooth. I took a moment to rub my cheek against her thighs and my lips across her pubic region befere begining my licking.
After a few minutes I stopped licking and and she raised her head with her eyebrow raised. "What do you have planned for after desert?" I asked.
She grinned at me and said "The Master won't find out if he doesn't finish his desert!"
I know how much she enjoys oral sex so I went back to eating her. Moans escaped her lips and her breathing quickened which made her breasts raise and lower as I enjoyed the end of a perfect meal. One hand left its nipple and touched my hair as she kept my head in place. I began flicking my tongue as fast as I could against her clitoris and pushed a couple of fingers in her pussy. Her orgasm was one of the strongest I've felt, her cunt gripped my fingers and her juices flowed out onto the table. Her hand left my head and I slowed my tongue and she let out a sigh when I removed the last finger. She sat up and I stood and we kissed the way only lovers kiss.
"Did the Master enjoy his meal?"
"I most certainly did. I especially enjoyed the presentation." I playfully fluffed her petticoats before running my hands up her sides to her breasts.
She reached down and stroked my cock and pointed it toward her cunt. I moved my chair out of the way and then penetrated my desert. I think I'll call it desert from now on. I grabbed her breasts and fucked her with every ounce of energy I had. Her moans got louder the harder I fucked her. Soon she was screaming and gripping the table cloth with both hands as she tossed her head side to side. After a few minutes I stopped and sagged back into my chair and breathed heavily.
"Why did you stop?" I noticed she didn't call me master.
"Master stopped because Master is ready for your ass. Now fetch the lube." She noticed the emphasis on the word master and her eyes brightened and she resumed character.
She stood and curtsied, "As you wish, Master."
I enjoy fucking her ass as much as fucking her cunt and to my delight so does she. She returned to the dining room where I was still seated and squeezed lube onto my rock hard cock. She took her sweet time expertly stroking me and when she was satisfied that I was properly lubed she turned around and leaned over the table. She fluffed up her skirt so that it looked like her ass was framed by a strage white flower. Lube was liberally added to her asshole and she spread it inside and out with her fingers, inserting one then two before telling me she was ready for me. I stood and walked to her. I pushed the head against her hole putting pressure but not allowing it to go in. She squirmed and tried to push back but I held her hips in my hands. I teased her a while longer before slamming all six inches into her bowels. She gasped each time I thrusted then the gasp became a grunt. She was biting the table cloth and had her eyes closed, her hands clenched and unclenched with each thrust and withdrawl. I pulled out completely, now it was her turn to look disappointed but she waited for an epxlanation.
I told her that I wanted to see her tits bounce while I fucked her ass and I laid down on the carpet. She squated over me and guided my cock back into her ass. I placed my hands behind my head and made myself comfortable while I enjoyed the show. She leaned back and put her hands on my ankles and raised and lowered her ass onto my eager cock. She kept her eyes on mine as she bounced and she read my body signs and knew when I was about cum. She raised herself up so that only the head of my cock was inside her but she kept up her pace. Then, just as was about to cum, she dropped so I was completely inside her ass. My hands gripped her thighs and I closed my eyes and let loose a grunt so loud that my throat was sore and I orgasmed. She knew exactly what to do, she grinded her ass against me which sent shivers through my body. After my orgasm she laid against me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and we laid there catching our breath. When my cock was soft enough it slipped from her ass.
She kissed me on the cheek and asked, "Did the Master enjoy his evening?"
"The Master did, indeed. I'm lucky to have you."

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