1 comments/ 47512 views/ 9 favorites A Girl Named Heidi By: midnightfalcon The glass window faced down on the customs room at the airport. The girl was now checking thru customs and they had passed one of her bags without opening it. The second was on the table and a woman was feeling around the carefully arranged contents, seeming to be looking for something. Finally she closed the case, put a tag on it and waved her on. I went down to the exit and met her face to face for the first time. I held a picture in my hand and yes, it was her. She was much more attractive in person than she was in the picture. I stepped up to her and almost questioningly spoke her name, "Heidi?" She put her bags down and looked up, "Mister Nielson?" I acknowledged the greeting with a nod and picked up her bags. In all, there were three, not two as I had thought so she carried one as we went to my car. Actually we had spoken at length several times before on the Internet, but her voice was more lilting and her accent seemed less noticeable in person. She said very little as we drove to my home. Heidi would be my new housekeeper. When my wife passed away seven months earlier, I simply couldn't stay in my old home. Everywhere I looked there was a memory of her, so I had relocated and purchased another, but larger home. Within a month I knew it was too large to maintain myself. I never was much good at taking care of the inside of a house, so I contacted an agency which provides Europeans with jobs here in the states. After going through a number of prospects I finally decided on Heidi. She was the daughter of some sort of minister, or pastor in Germany. She spoke English without much difficulty and she was just out of a finishing school in Switzerland. Besides, I knew a little German and wanted to practice, so she would be my best choice. It was a four hour drive so about twenty minutes into the trip we began to have a dialog. Mostly it was Heidi who asked questions and commented on the scenery as we drove thru the countryside. "Mister Nielson, you know I don't drive don't you?" I hadn't really thought to ask that, but I told her that that didn't matter. When ever she needed to go somewhere I would take her, or have a cab pick her up. There was another five minutes of silence before she began to ask questions. Mostly about her duties, and in particular why I had requested a young woman who was comfortable hosting social gatherings. I explained that in my business it was frequently necessary to host parties. Not too often, but perhaps once or twice a month. That is why I had purchased such a large home. Now as I looked at her, a gradual concern crept into my mind. She looked so damn young, yet her birth certificate said she was of age and although I tried to push it out of my mind I couldn't. She was going to be a Live-in housekeeper and undoubtedly rumors would start. A thirty eight year old man with a young woman living in his house was certainly fodder for suspicious minds. That was one of the reasons I had selected a girl who came from a rather strict home upbringing. If word got out that she had that sort of background, it would help quell any rumors, I hoped. Soon her questions got around to my more personal situation. Why I didn't want to use local help. What would I expect her to do as my escort to social functions. Things of that nature. I explained that when Lisa, my wife passed away, I was hounded by women who wanted to be her replacement, and quite frankly after she was gone, I wasn't interested in another relationship. I went on to explain that the two girls I had tried as housekeepers were never there when they were needed or had other outside interests that interfered with their work. What I didn't go into with her, was my wife and my relationship. It wasn't exactly the norm. Lisa was highly sexed and demanding in the bedroom. She was a fantastic partner when we were out at some function or other, but once we were behind closed doors, she was insatiable. That was in the beginning actually. Within three months of our marriage, she had taught me how to satisfy her. When we first married, I couldn't keep up with her. And she kept me exhausted trying to. But over time I began to know her weaknesses. I learned what excited her, and how to drive her crazy with my mouth and tongue. I learned to make her finish six or seven times before letting her have her way with me. And she would actually cum simply by being fucked, no hand play or vibrators necessary, simply feeling my shaft moving deep in her pussy would make her explode. She loved cock and she was an expert when it came to sucking me off. So I had to learn to hold back, and if I couldn't, how to stay aroused enough to finish a second or third time myself. That was when we were at our best and up until the time I lost her, we did almost everything imaginable in the way of sex. Since then, I have avoided women. I'm not celibate, but I have tried to stay occupied, not wanting to think about Lisa, so I have become sort of a workaholic. But going to social functions as a single, is an invitation for every horny woman out there, to pounce. Married or otherwise. They were predators and I didn't want to get involved.. By the time we arrived at the house, she was calling me Max and had dropped the "Mister Nielson" thing. She went to her room to unpack and freshen up. A half hour later she came into the living room. My jaw dropped. She had taken her hair down. No longer in a bun, it hung over her shoulders like a golden shower, framing her face. Couple that with those deep, clear blue eyes, she was a dream. She word a white skirt that ended discreetly just above her knees. Her waist was clinched with a blue belt that covered a waist not more than twenty four inches and the pale blue blouse she wore was opened just low enough to reveal the cleft between two firm breasts. She wore no bra. Her nipples left no question about their size and her breasts, supple and firm, would probably fill a "C" cup. Add to that high heels that showed off a set of beautiful legs and I had a living dream standing before me. We walked the house and gardens for the next hour chatting and confiding in one another. She had this quaint way of looking at me. Sometimes questioningly and at other times almost admiringly. It gave me an almost, paternal, protective feeling towards her. It was approaching six and I decided to take her to a little restaurant just outside of town on lake Vista. Being quite well known there, I had no problem getting a window seat overlooking the lake. Patrons at other tables were already taking notice of us and I began to be a little uncomfortable. Again the conversation over dinner revolved around my wife and I. Reaching across the table she took my hand. She asked questions about my wife and if I missed her. Her last question sort of hit home. "are you lonesome without her? I mean do you miss the intimate things she had with you?" I swallowed, and nodded before answering. "Yeah, I miss that most of all." She looked directly into my eyes and sort of whispered in a low voice. "I'll make things better, Max. I can do that for you too. Whatever it takes I can do that too." It was a pleasant sort of reassurance, and yet it was offered in an almost naive, childish sort of way, almost as if she were saying, "I'll take care of you daddy, everything will be better." Now I looked around the room, sort of embarrassed. I felt like some lecherous old man holding hands with a child. A very sophisticated child, but a none the less a child. Arriving back home she went to her room. I hadn't realized that there was a six hour time difference and she must have been exhausted. I went to my room, and did something I wouldn't have done a week ago. I jerked off while laying on my bed and thought about her. I was letting myself get involved and I couldn't stop myself. The next day was Saturday and I took her into the city and giving her my credit card, telling her to get a couple of party dresses and what ever else she might fancy. Later I took her to lunch, then back to the house. Once there we piled the boxes in the living room. Then she made me sit on th sofa while she opened each box and tried each item on. She undressed right there in front of me, and now standing there in just her bra and panties, she began to model each thing, slowly pirouetting around so I could admire her. We went through one box after the other trying on the clothes, carefully folding each before opening the next. Then she came to the bathing suite. She stunned me. She turned away, took off her bra and panties, as if it were the most natural thing to do, then put on her new yellow bikini. Modesty wasn't one of her problems apparently. She saw my mouth aghast and smiled sweetly before commenting. "I've always been taught that the body is a beautiful thing. Do you not think so? At home, like here where it's private, it should breathe. Do you mind? Isn't that the way? Don't I please you, Max?" Yes you do please me. And yes, I guess your body should breathe in the privacy of your home," I answered. Then I asked, "is this the way things were at the your home home?" "Oh yes, but only when my father was away. My mother let us undress only when he was gone. My mother always said that young ladies must enjoy themselves but only when they were comfortable with the people they are with. I feel that way with you Max." She continued. "It's also good to make stress go away. I do that at night if I'm lonesome or can't sleep." Pausing she went on. "Sometimes during the day when I have thoughts. I mean..." Her voice trailed off. "Is that wrong?" I had no answer. I wasn't exactly sure what she meant by making the, "stress go away," part. So I just nodded and mumbled, "I guess so Heidi. That sounds about right." "This morning I did it. I thought about you, and did it when I woke up. But I got tired after a while because my hand gave out, but I did it a lot and it felt good. I was thinking about you and wondering if you do that too. I mean now that your alone." It's one hell of an admission to make, but I nodded my head, and mumbled, "sometimes Heidi, when I need it. And last night I needed it too." She smiled and went on. "Did you think about me? We should do it together. That way I can watch you and you can watch me and it will be better. Do you get big, like in the videos? I have two videos that my girlfriend gave me and it shows everything. Most of the things I never did, but maybe soon, I think. Do you get big?" I nodded my head, "yes." Then left and walked into the garden, as she put her things away. For the next two days everything went along nicely and she was fantastic. She was always doing something and never seemed to want to take a break. There was that one night I did happen to hear her moaning in her room as I passed her door but I just thought she was sobbing because she missed home, but I just went into the den and turned on the TV. I had cried when my wife passed away and I was lonesome and it sometimes helps to let it out. Then on Thursday, I had to return home in the morning. I had forgotten some papers. I unlocked the door and went directly across the living room to my office. Returning I heard the vacuum cleaner running and turning I saw her bending over doing behind the couch. She was stark naked. I mean she didn't have a stitch of clothing on and she had the vacuum in her hand. I assumed this was what she meant when she spoke about her body breathing. I tried to act as if it were the most natural thing in the world, but looking at her definitely was arousing. Now I'm not really one to get turned on just by looking at a beautiful woman, but she was just a damn nymph. I had avoided looking closely that day, when she put on her bathing suit, but now I had no choice. I stared at her. She was clean shaven, and her pussy was just a cleft between two soft pink folds. I quickly turned away and headed back to the office. That evening s\She had supper on the table when I got home, and as we sat down, I noticed that she had put one of those little French maid's aprons on. The kind of little thing that you see in those sexy pictures. That was all, she was still naked and her breasts were moving up and down with each breath she drew. I should explain that my dining room table is glass. And I was struggling not to stare at the way her legs kept moving apart and then together under the table. I don't know if it was deliberate or if she was just nervous but the apron worked its way to one side about half way thru dinner. When I got up to leave, she stared at my pants. Then she looked up at me and smiled. Maybe she did it on purpose just to watch my reaction, I don't know, but she was definitely pleased with what she saw. We had spoken a little German during the past few days but my pronunciation is very bad and she had to correct me several times. But what she said as I left the room, I understood very well. "Ich will dich!" I want you! I pretended not to hear and got my paper and went to the den. She came in and sat on the sofa across from me and stared at me. I was uncomfortable and finally turned on the TV. She never said a word, but sort of nonchalantly let her hand wander down to her pussy. At eleven I asked if she would mind if I went turned in. I offered to leave the set on, but she shook her head no, and went to her room and I went across the house to my bedroom. I couldn't get her out of my mind and found myself sporting an erection like never before. I laid there in the dark and had almost decided to go to the bathroom and jerk off, when the door opened and I saw a shadow move across the wall. She didn't say a thing. She just lifted the covers and slid in next to me. "Are you awake Max?" I stirred, slightly as she breathlessly went on. "I can't sleep. I keep thinking about things. I keep seeing you in my mind and I need you to hold me. Will you hold me and make me sleep? Please Max?" I turned towards her and she cuddled up in my arms, putting her cheek on my chest as my hands wrapped around her slender waist and she sighed. She must have felt me pressing against her thigh and though we held still for several minutes she began to move. I felt her hand began to move down over my abs and she found my cock. She just sighed and let out a soft gasp. "Big. Your big. I never touched a schwanz before. Do you need to be relaxed Max? I can do it for you. I can make you feel better if you let me. I wanted to speak but my tongue wouldn't come unglued from the bridge of my mouth so I said nothing. It was the first time in months that I had felt a warm hand wrapped around my hard cock and I wanted it more than I dared to say. She continued. "You can help me Max. Touch me too. We can please each other. I know what to do. I saw how in the video. I want to try. Let me do it, please, Max." I made a foolish decision at that moment. I decided that I would finish her and hope that it would end there. So I took her shoulder, moved her onto her back, pulled the covers down, and put my mouth over her erect nipple. My hand slowly moved down and I began stroking her pussy. It aways worked with my wife and I thought it would work now. Slowly my fingers drew circles around and round her clit, sometimes my fingers delved into her slippery opening, sometimes twisting and turning deep inside. She moaned and gasped each time my finger stroked over her clit. Soon she began to lift up and writhe as she came closer and closer. Her hand clutched my arm and her fingers dug in deeply. She began panting and suddenly she arched her back and let out a wail. "Ja, oh ja, Ich komme, (yes, oh yes, I'm coming,) Oh Max I'm doing it for you. It's here, Yes, oh yesss It's so good with you." I am a lecher, I thought. I'm getting pleasure from doing this to her and it's just wrong. Though I wanted to stop I couldn't. I wanted her to cum again and again until I was satisfied. I was the one who needed release, and I was getting it through her. I thought she would stop me. She twisted her torso so that her breasts pressed into my mouth and her tiny hand clawed at my upper arm. I felt her other hand frantically grasp my cock and then she came again. She squealed and writhed, her legs flew apart, than clenched tightly together, trapping my fingers between her thighs. I was held firmly, locked with my two fingers curled inside her pussy, still stroking her "G" spot, as my thumb swirled around her protruding clit. And she screamed. "YES, YES, Yes. Oh my god YES it's good Max. It's so strong, oh-my-god, dear lord, it's so good." She rolled over, towards me and pulled her nipple from my sucking mouth. Then she put her mouth to my shoulder and bit down hard. She was spent, and I was gasping for air. I had been holding my breath during her last orgasm and hadn't even realize it. She lay panting on my chest now, but her hand was still clutching my shaft. I was harder than ever but I had given up on the idea of jerking off. Now my concern was just to get Heidi calmed down. She had other ideas. "Now I do you, ja?" She she asked. "I don't think so Heidi, you don't need to." "But you helped me. Oh, it was wonderful and so good for me. I did it so many times. But now I want to do you." She kept her head on my chest, but her hand began to slide along the surface of my cock from its base up and over its head. I had to stop her. She was pushing me beyond my point of resisting and I suddenly began to lose control. "Your so big and hard. I never felt anything like this before. Let me do it. I watched videos and I'll be good for you. I know everything to do." She begged. Even my wife never felt this good. I suddenly wanted Heidi to do it but I still had feelings of guilt. I should never have let myself go this far. I watched as she lifted up, tucked her knees under her and knelt next to me. I closed my eyes, trying to pretend this wasn't happening. But what she was doing was driving me crazy. I lifted my hands two or three times to stop her but she just pushed them aside and continued to stroke. Perhaps three or four minutes later she stopped stroking but then I felt her long hair brush across my abdomen, then the warmth of her mouth as it closed over my cock's head. I instinctively jerked up and gasped. That seemed to be what she was waiting for. At first all I could feel was the warmth of her mouth, but then she began to bob her head up and down. I struggled to hold still but it seemed almost like a reflex action, I wanted to thrust up. She pressed me down with her hand and released my cock for a moment. "No! Don't help me. It's mine. I want to learn how you like it. Please let me do this," she panted. Her mouth returned to my cock and now she held her lips tightly around the rim of my shaft's head, and she pursed her lips as if sucking on a straw. Bobbing rapidly up and down, her tight lips tormented the rim of its head and I moaned. When she combined that with stroking and the gentle kneading my balls, I lost it. I mean It began, and I was helpless to stop myself. I tried to plead with her. I gasped and moaned aloud and sobbed, "NO Heidi. NO More, I'm gonna shoot! Stop." All I heard was a muffled "Mmmmmmf, Mmmmmmm," as she sucked even harder. I was going to cum in her mouth and I desperately wanted to warn her. It was pointless. I began to contract as jets of cum burst forth and filled her mouth. I clutched at the bedding and tried to clamp down but that only made it worse. The pressure built and I contracted even harder, sending thick ribbons of cum squirting harder into her mouth. She held me in her mouth long moments after I was spent. She began massaging my balls as she slid her thumb alone the underside of my cock, moving from its base up to her lower lip. She was trying to draw every last drop from me. A Girl Named Heidi I was glad I couldn't see her face in the dark. I tried to imagine it didn't happen. She finally let me go and I heard her whisper. "I wanted it Max. I wanted it to be good for both of us. I wanted to taste you, to drink you and have you feed me, and soon you'll be part of me. Isn't that good? Yes? " I was numb. I knew it happened, but yet, it didn't register. Her first time doing a man and it was with me, and she went all the way. No one had ever done that the first time before. I wanted to apologizes but she leaned over and put her lips over mine. I wrapped my arms around her and drew her firm breasts to my chest. Her kiss was intimate. Her lips parted and her tongue stabbed into my mouth and I could taste myself on her breath. It was crazy but I just wanted to hold her and protect her. We slept that way until morning. My arms around her and her cheek next to mine. Morning came and she had left. Breakfast was on the table and as usual she was prancing around with just an apron on. She caught me watching her cute little ass move each time she leaned over the table, and she just smiled and wiggled it invitingly. I didn't want to say anything about last night and we almost got through breakfast when she brought it up. "We are good aren't we? I mean it's better this way, I think. You do things for me and I give you good feelings too, it's good isn't it?" Then she paused and stared at me. I couldn't answer her. I looked into those big blue eyes and she smiled a little smile. Before going on. "Max? I want more. I need to feel you inside me. Like a part of me. I want to be like your wife was. I want to have it all. Can you do that for me? Maybe soon it will be time for you to forget and just remember me." I didn't quite know what she meant. One way it could have been that she wanted me to fuck her, yet in another way, it could have been a proposal. I avoided answering, and she began to collect the dishes. That night she made no pretenses about where she was going to sleep. When she left the den I had sort of hoped that she had gone to her room, but when I turned on the light in the master bedroom she was there. She had pulled the sheet up and held it just under her chin. It was a warm night and and her body was outlined under the thin layer of cloth. Firm nipples made pointed dents that stood proudly erect, her tummy lay flat and her legs, thighs slightly parted, held the outline of her tight little pussy nestled between. She watched as I undressed, and went to shower. Damn her, I thought, I can't say no to her. Looking down I saw my hard shaft waver back and forth as I move my body. I felt stupid and actually lay the soapy wash cloth over it. I was so hard at that moment I could have supported a wet beach towel if I had one. I sighed and dried off, returned to my bed. I crawled in on my side and lay with my back to her. I was trying, god knows I was trying, but when she cuddled up to my back and let her warm little hand slide down my side and over my hip I trembled. "I cant sleep Max. Help me again, please? Please?" Her hand reached over my hip and she found my cock and tiny fingers circled around its turgid base. "Mmmmmm," she cooed. "Nice! I want more like last night. I liked it so many times. I thought about it all day and waited. Make it happen lots of times again Max. I need it bad now." I guess it was at that moment that I decided. Yes, I wanted her, but she was almost as insatiable as my wife had been. And although she could cum again and again, I needed to do something more. Since she went all the way with me last night, I was anxious to do the same with her. I rolled over to face her. She moved away and lay on her back and tossed the sheet down to the bottom of the bed. The window was open, the night was warm, and clouds scudded across the sky. Sometimes cloaking the room in shadows and at other times exposing her lithe body to my glances. I leaned over her and softly kissed her lips. She started to reach up but I whispered, "Hush baby, just lay still, close your eyes and just feel me." I kissed her forehead, then my lips gently kissed her closed eyelids. I moved down and kissed her cheek, her ear, and I made a path of warm wet kisses down her neck. She sighed as I moved to the hollow of her throat. Lower I nuzzled my face between her warm breasts and turning my face back and forth, captured each erect nipple with my lips. Momentarily I sucked on each before moving to the other. She moaned softly but her body began to shake. I continued to do this as I let my hand hover just above her taunt tummy, letting my fingers brush like a whisper over her skin. Moving lower, I let my fingers search. Her legs moved apart, wanting my touch, but not yet having it. I let my fingers stroke first the inside of her left thigh, than the right. Moving my fingers lightly up towards her pussy, but always stopping short of it. She was now writhing under my searching fingers and her buttocks tensed as she forced her cunt slightly upward. I began to suck more intensely on her nipples, sometimes dragging my teeth along their sensitive surfaces. "Yesssssss, oh Yessssss," she moaned, as my lips tugged at her flushed breasts. It was time. I let my fingers touch the soft folds of her pussy's, labia, then delve in. She gasped and began to moan. I moved my fingers along the soft mounds, up and down, and her body began to shudder. I finally pulled my lips from her nipples and began to make a path of warm, wet kisses down her abdomen to join my searching fingers. She squealed and arched her back, momentarily swaying back and forth before collapsing. My face hovered over her pussy and the warm scent of her womanhood waft upwards, filling my nostrils with the aroma of a woman in heat. Like a baby's breath as it nurses, I wanted to nurse my Heidi's pussy. My lips pursed. I puffed my warm breath into her glistening cleft, giving notice that I was going to have her. "Oooh God Max. Do it. Do that to me! I want it so much darling. It's yours, taste me. Oh god Max do it!" I slid both hands under my chin, parted the soft mounds, and my mouth closed on the soft petals of her inner lips. I sucked each into my mouth, momentarily dragged my tongue's tip across one, before moving to the other. Again and again I searched for the hot fold and finding it, would gently suck on it. By now she was contracting slowly, and with each contraction, a droplet of fluid would slowly appear. I began to include that in my sweeping tongue's, exploration. Now I let my tongue delve deeply into the warm opening, gleaning the sweet fluid and drawing it into my mouth before returning to my enjoyment of her body. At some point my tongue found her clit. Now swollen and erect, it peeked from within its protective sheath. I slowly ran the tip of my tongue around it before actually pursing my lips and forcing its covering back, allowing it to protrude, unprotected, into my mouth. She gasped. I had kept her on the very edge for the better part of an hour but she wouldn't last much longer, so I decided to let her go. I slid two fingers of my left hand deep inside her pulsing opening, and began to stroke in and out. Now twisting and turning, and at other times curling them so they pressed up just under her clit. It happened without warning. She came. She orgasmed into my mouth and she actually screamed some incoherent babbling sounds for all the world to hear. She thrust up and fell back, she pounded on the back of my head and she arched her back and dug her heels in as she lifted up. It never seemed to end. For a moment she would go limp, but I stayed with her and continued. Again she climaxed, and heaved up as she screeched aloud. Another pause and again she would dig her heels in and heave up, sometimes supported only by her shoulders and her heels. Her arms flailed everywhere, sometimes clutching at the head board, sometimes grabbing the bedding, or beating at my back. Now she tugged at her nipples pulling and twisting them as she gurgled phrases that I never understood. Finally spent she stared at me and gasped. "Nnnnnnh nnnnhhh, Nooooooo Mmmmore. No more, oh god no more. I can't. No more! Let me alone. I don't want any more. Too much Max. Your going to kill me. I had done it. She rolled onto her side, her legs clamped tightly together and her hand buried between her thighs protecting her contracting pussy before drawing her knees up. She lay in a fetal position softly moaning and rocking back and forth. She didn't recover for perhaps fifteen minutes. Then her breathing returned to normal and she seemed to be asleep. I went into the living room and mixed myself a drink. I finally curled up on the couch and slept. I woke to her soft touch on my shoulder. She was kneeling on the floor next to the sofa and quietly asked. "You awake? Why don't you go into the bedroom while I make breakfast for us? I need to talk to you." I got up and went in, but instead of going to sleep I took another shower and dressed. Returning to the dining room, I sat down as she brought breakfast in. She had made mimosas and much more food than we could ever eat. Then she moved next to me and put her hand on mine and stared at me before speaking. "I'm sorry I spoiled it for you last night. I just never felt anything like that before. I mean it was too much for me to endure. You did things to me that I don't understand. I always dreamed that a man would do that to me but I wasn't prepared." I squeezed her hand and nodded knowingly. "It was good for you wasn't it? I wanted you to be satisfied and I thought you were. Why are you upset? I enjoyed giving you what you wanted. I needed that for myself too. I had a lot of pent up needs myself and you satisfied them by letting me do that." She smiled and sighed. "I want more. I want to show you on the video what I need. Will you watch it with me?" I nodded and we went into the den. She had already put the CD in the player and turned it on. Body language tells a lot about a person and I guess we both knew that. As the video played we became as much interested in each other as we were in the what was on the screen. She held my hand and when she became excited at something she would squeeze my fingers and her nails would dig in. "There, that! I want to do that," she would comment. She was breathing hard by the time we played the second CD and I had put together a mental list of what she was interested in. It covered a variety of things, from anal to mild bondage from different positions to making love against a wall in a shower. She even seemed to become excited over one girl wearing nipple clamps. She didn't seem to like tattoos or studs. But she would become excited by oral sex, both giving and receiving. And she even seemed interested in role playing. You know, nurse- patient, things or slave-master domination. After the last scenes faded from the screen, she turned to me and smiled. Then sort of panted out, "Tonight Max. I want you to be the one. I want to have it all. You do it to me. Fuck me. Yes?" I knew it was coming but I had no pat reply for her. Sure I wanted her but she was small and I thought back to the first time with my wife. She wasn't a virgin and yet we had a difficult time. I'm circumcised and a rather large. And although she had been well prepared, even at that, it took five or ten minutes of gentle thrusting before she could take it. After that she would cum over and over again but the first few minutes were difficult. I wanted to say no to Heidi but the way she was looking at me, I knew I would be her first. And I was frightened. I went to the club to get away and think things out. I got some razzing from the guys for having a sexy housekeeper but they never suspected what our relationship had evolved into. I wasn't really happy going home that night but being late, wouldn't make it easier. I walked in the door and found my way to the master bedroom. The house was dark and there was a a light shining under the door. I pushed it open and caught my breath. She had placed herself in the center of the bed with her legs slightly askew. Her blond hair was spread out like a halo around her face and it covered most of the pillow. She watched me and her lower lip trembled. She had placed candles on each of the nightstands and the scent filled the room. I began to undress and drape my cloths over the chair. She watched as I turned towards her. She smiled, and her arms reached out. By now I was already fully aroused so there would be no need for her warm mouth to prime me. But she seemed to have some sort of agenda. A routine if you would call it that. She had me lay on my back while she rubbed some sort of oil over my cock and balls. It became warm and she seemed to hum as she massaged the lotion in. My cock felt more sensitive than I could ever remember and my balls seemed to be hot. Five minutes of her massaging lulled me into a feeling of euphoria. I don't know where she got it or when but she suddenly fastened a little strap around my balls, forcing them away from my body. It was leather and possibly an inch wide. Though not uncomfortable, I must admit I was a bit anxious. She quickly abandoned her massage and bowed her head to take my cock deep down her throat. I gasped. Her mouth slid down further and further my shaft until her nose was against my pelvis and her chin nestled against my balls. She held me that way and seemed to swallow. The feeling of her throat contracting on my cock sent waves of sensation coursing thru my loins. Drawing her head up she held just the head of my shaft in her mouth before again driving it back down her throat. Three times, then again and again and I was beginning to shake. Then she changed positions and tossed her leg over my waist and worked her way up so her pussy now hovered over my mouth. "Suck me now! Make me wet! I want it this way first. Do it!" She leaned slightly forward and her soft cunt was pressed firmly against my mouth. I stuck my tongue out and it slid deep into her hot pink opening. She gasped and ground her pussy against my face, urging me to go on. Now she was oozing her sweet fluid profusely into my mouth and across my face. She paused and wiggled her way back down my body until her knees were at my waist. Stared into my face as she rocked forward, lifting herself up on her knees. Reaching between her legs she grasped my cock and held it up as she slid its head up and down the valley formed by her labia. Then the moment. She held it firmly to her opening and very slowly began to squat down. I watched her face, and she stared at me. She seemed to be in another world. She gave a little shudder and lifted up, but again quickly squatted down again. She was taking me slowly in. A fraction at a time and she was absorbing me. She seemed to be in another world, a world of sensations. Slowly she would lift and gradually move down. Over and over again until I finally felt her ass sit on my thighs. She had taken me in. She sat like that for long moments as if trying to understand what had happened. Then she began to rock forward, lifting slightly before rocking back. "Lift up a little Heidi, I cant move when your sitting on me like this." She seemed to come back to reality and lifted enough for me to begin fucking her. Now I could thrust up and down, not much, but enough for me to help her. Feeling me moving in and out now, she raised herself higher and now I could swing several inches with each stroke. Almost immediately she began to contract and it began. Her mouth opened almost as if she were surprised and her hands held firmly to my chest as I continued to plunge in and out. "Max? Max, Ich bin da, (I'm there,) I'm cumming! Oh my god it's happening. I am, oh dear god I'm cumming on your cock Max. Yeah oh yeaaaahhhh, I am." I felt her go ridged. She contracted hard and long. I reached down and grabbed her hips and began to press her down each time I drove in deeper and she moaned, "ja, oh ja, yesssssss Max, I am. Oh god, Go deeper, (Tiefer,) Max deeper. Give it all to me. Fill me with your cock. Yes oh yes again, more, I want more Max. More!" I was pleased, but that damn thing around my balls was keeping me from cumming. Now I knew what she had done. The little minx had insured that I would last long enough to satisfy her. She was in for her first surprise. I didn't need that strap, I knew how to pace myself without it. By now she was cumming at short intervals, perhaps less than a minute between each, and her breasts were rocking up and down as I plunged in and out. Her juices had been churned to a creamy collar that now girded the base of my cock and began to flow down my thighs. And still I fucked up into her. Now I reached down and removed the strap, grabbed her thighs and held her still as I drove even deeper into her cunt and she squealed as I began to cum. I warned her. I wanted her to know what I was doing so gasped. "Heidi, Heidi, I'm cumming. Take it baby. Yeah, oh yeah here it comes baby." The first contraction was nothing compared to the second. I could feel the stream of my cum course up the length of my shaft and suddenly flood her cunt. The added fluid seemed to make the room echo with the salacious sound of my cock moving in and out of her pussy. Another and another jet of sperm spend down my shaft and added to the first. And she stared down at me and she moaned. "Gimmee it Max. All of it! It's mine. Give it to me, all of it." Hell I didn't have any choice. I was pumping her full of my thick cream and I couldn't have stopped if the world had blown up. I was ravishing her body and nothing was going to stop me. I sort of resented the fact that she had thought I needed to be held back and used the strap. I could cum again and I sort of wanted to prove myself. As soon as she was done, I rolled her off me and had her kneel. I moved down and stood on the floor as she knelt before me. I moved my cock to her pussy and pounded it in again and again forcing our mix of cum out, then I raised my shaft and pressed it against her small opening and held it there until she relaxed. I suddenly felt its head enter. My wife and I had done this only occasionally because of my size and it was rare for her to cum this way, but I wanted to take Heidi this way. Although she moaned, she gave no indication that she was afraid. Once I had penetrated her, she thrust her ass back, encouraging me to go in deeper. The more I thrust in, the more she pushed back and soon the only sound in the room was the soft pat, pat, pat as my thighs and balls smacked against her ass and pussy. I really hadn't expected it but all at once she looked over her shoulder at me and gasped. "Max? Max? I think...Max, I'm gonna cum. Can you do it again too? Oh god now, Max. Give it to me again. Fill me up. Pleasssseeeee. Do it now!" The three days I was on travel. Returning Friday I told Heidi that we would have to attend a party at one of my clients homes and that I needed her to come with me. She was dressed and ready to go by five thirty that evening and I let her go through my late wife's jewelry. She selected the most expensive two items in the collection, a choker that was studded with ruby, emerald and diamond chips, and a set of diamond earrings. She was stunning in a white party dress that accented her thin waist and firm breasts. Her hair was worn atop her head and she really looked hot. As soon as we walked in, all eyes turned. Theodore quickly came over to greet us and couldn't take his eyes off Heidi. He took us around the room making introductions. Most of those attending were with their wives and I knew most of them from other affairs I had attended. Suddenly Megan appeared. A Girl Named Heidi "So your on the loose again Max. Its been a long time, and she is so lovely. You should bring her to the studio. She would look just fabulous on the cover of one of our magazines," she began. Heidi seemed enamored at the prospect of having her picture taken, but I had to throw cold water on the deal. "Heidi," I began, "That woman is trouble. She tried to break up my marriage, and she's a predatory woman who only wants to use people. She was constantly propositioning me after my wife died, and for a while I avoided even going to these gatherings because of her." "But she's so attractive, Max, whats wrong with her?" "First of all she's Bi, and would be all over you. See that cute girl standing by the bar? That's her latest conquest and she has this sort of fetish for "Goth" types. You know, black nail polish, dark lipstick, Heavy eye shadow, you know,into the bondage thing. She's just someone to watch out for. Just try to avoid her, please." Heidi really didn't have much choice though when Megan got her off in a corner and was simply gushing over her. First Megan was making over the choker Heidi was wearing, then I watched as she began to fondle her. I think at that point Heidi began to understand my warning. I had hoped it was over, but it wasn't. The next morning at work I opened my Email. Megan had started it all over again. The message was rather to the point and it began: Hi Max: I loved your new housekeeper. When I asked her if the two of you were an item, she didn't seem to know what I was asking. Naive I imagine. But finally she admitted that the two of you were, how shall I say it, taking care of business? I loved her choker. I had a little package sent over to your new place which I think the two of you might enjoy. By the way, Just to remind you of what your missing, I sent an attachment which you might find interesting. Love ya and remember, I'm always open for a Menage a Trois, I'd love to get some of what your little housekeeper is getting. And Oh, theres a key on the front seat of your car. You might need it. I opened the attachment. It was what I had expected from Megan. It was a picture of her nude. She was laying on a pile of pillows and she had her legs parted wide, exposing her pussy. I guess that was to excite me, but sure I was interested, but not so interested that I would chase it. Though I do have to admit, she had a beautiful body. In my car I found a small envelope with some sort of tiny key in it. I had no idea what it was for so I just dropped it into my pocked. Returning home I found dinner on the table. Heidi had put on some clothes for a change but still rather skimpy in that they didn't cover much. A pair of short, shorts and a bra top. Nothing more. I wanted to ask her if a package had come but waited. After dinner she went to her room and returned with a Black leather choker on and a funny look on her face. "Max, that lady send me a package this morning. She said I should wear this for you this evening. Do you like it? It's a little snug and I can't unfasten it." I had her lift her hair so I could find the clasp. No wonder she couldn't unfasten it. It had a trick clasp that required a key to open. Megan was up to her old tricks. I used the tiny key and took it off. Then looked at Heidi. "Did you tell Megan that we were going to bed together?" I asked. She lowered her head and whispered, "Yes, Max." "Is that all you told her?" I asked. Well, she wanted to know things about us. What we did, How big your cock was, just those sort of things. You know, things like how we did it, and she wanted to know what you liked me to do to you and what you did to me. I was furious. "Heidi, I told you to stay away from her. I'm really angry with you. Really, you disappointed me." "are you going to cane me? My father used to do that when I was bad. Max, don't send me back, please?" I'm not into beating young women, and I don't know about using whips and things,but I had to use some sort of discipline just to bring across the fact that she upset me. "OK Heidi, take off your shorts, and lay across my lap. Your going to see just how angry I can get." she quickly wiggled out of the shorts and came over. First kneeling next to me on the couch, she lay across my lap. I really felt foolish doing this but I started to spank her. At first it was more like just patting her back side, but for some reason, I began to really spank her. I mean my hand stung with each smack and she just whimpered a little as I continued to bring my hand down, first on one cheek, than the other. Within minutes her back side was crimson red and I could almost feel the heat rising. Finished I told her to get up and go back to her room. As an afterthought I told her to put the choker back on. If she was going to be bad, I figured a little humiliation might help remind her that I was her boss. As she walked away I looked down at my lap. My slacks were coated with her wetness. I touched the slippery spots and came to a startling realization. She had cum. She actually had an orgasm just from my spanking her. What the hell had I gotten into, I wondered. Later that evening I was watching the news as she sat gingerly down on the leather sofa by the wall. For perhaps a half hour her head moved from the TV back to me. She wanted to say something but couldn't get up the nerve. "Max? That lady gave me other things in the box. She said that they were for you to use on me. Do you want to see them?" I nodded and she went and came back with a small box. Inside was a blindfold, some sort of gag, restraints and two dildos, one with a built in vibrator, the the other with some sort of base on it. She looked at me with those big blue eyes and asked: "do you want to punish me? We can try them tonight. I mean I want to please you and I know you were angry with me but I want to do whatever you want me to do. Please Max? I'll do anything." Actually I thought she had been chastised enough but she was almost insisting that I go further. At first I wanted to say no, just forget it, but the way she was looking at me and then down at the box, I gave in. I'm not into bondage, or role playing but still it might be something new. I had never tried that sort of thing with my wife, but we had discussed it several times. So I told her to take the box and go into my bedroom. I turned off the TV and lights and followed her. The leather cuffs were a problem because my bed has nowhere to fasten restraints so I attached them to the frame at each corner of the bed. The gag, I discarded as not necessary but I did put the mask over her eyes. Now she lay there, spread eagle and her breasts rose and fell with each breath of anticipation. I left her there waiting as I went for a drink and got out of my clothes. Perhaps ten minutes later I returned and looked down at her as I finished my scotch. Then I had an idea. I took an ice cube from the glass and leaned over her. Slowly I moved the cold cube around each of her nipples. They began to swell up and she gasped. Now hard and erect I leaned over and put my warm lips over first one, than the other and sucked them until they became warm. Again I used the ice and repeated my little torment over and over. By now she was moaning. This may sound crazy but I took another ice cube and dragged it down over her abdomen and ran it over her clit. It too began to swell and become visible. Now I inserted another cube into her pussy. I added another and another before deciding to mount her. Quite frankly I was getting as excited as she was. For the first minute or so I felt the cold cubes moving around deep inside her. Soon they had melted but the results were amazing. As I slowly moved my dick in and out, she began to strain at the cuffs and her body began to heave up and down and gasped. "Max? Max, let me finish. Please Max, I'll be good. I'll be a good girl Max. Oh, unh,unh, More! Please go faster, don't stop! Please don't stop." Actually I had no intention of stopping, but at that moment I changed my mind. If I could keep her right on the edge, yet not let her cum, I'd have the upper hand and be in control. She seemed to want to be submissive, almost as if she wanted me to take her by force or, at the very least, humiliate her in some way. So I decided to find out just how far I could go. I watched her body writhe and at the moment she opened her mouth cry out, I pulled out. Her body twisted and turned, heaved up and fell down. She squealed aloud and sobbed. Then lay there gasping for air. I watched and waited before asking. "Want to cum Heidi? What do you want honey? Want Max to fuck you? Tell me or I'm just going to play with you until you go mad." "YES, OH YES," she began. Hurt me Max. I'm bad. I want you to punish me. But pleeese let me cum. Oh god I want you to do that. Do something please, Oh god PLEASE Max let me finish for you." I reached across the bed and took the toy from the box. The Vibrating thing and put it in her cunt, coating it with her slippery wetness and drawing it out, slowly reinserted it but this time into her back side. She took a deep breath and lifted up. Slowly it move in, stopping only when the base was pressed firmly against the cheeks of her ass. Turning it on I again straddled her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. She moaned and began to oscillate almost in a serpentine waving motion. I knew I'd let her finish this time but not just once, but again and again until she was totally destroyed. I began to stroke deeper, recklessly plunging my shaft deep into her contracting cunt, as she bounced up to meet my swaying balls. Pat, Pat, Pat,... the sound echoed thru the room as I tried to satisfy her. Again and again she would sob my name, pausing only to gasp short phrases of words. "Yeah, oh Ja, Ich Komme, (I'm coming), Oh Max, I can't stop it! It's coming again!" Over and over she climaxed until she just lay there. I had fought to hold back and succeeded but my balls were aching from the effort. I leaned over her, took off the mask and set her hands free. She smiled up at me and asked. "Did you finish too Max? I never, ever came that hard before, and my god so much. Max? You didn't cum did you? Give me your cock and let me finish you. Please let me have it." I looked down and watched as I drew my cock from within her pulsing portal and I drew the vibrator from her ass. She sat up and snatched my cock and thrust it into her mouth. As she had done once before she took it completely and began to swallow. "Mmmmm, Max. come on baby give it to me. Like last time. Shoot for me. I want it again. Come on baby gimmeee it." I held still for as long as I could while she alternated sucking and jerking me into her mouth. A man can only last so long, and I was at the end. Her tongue danced up and down its length, pausing to thrust the tip of her tongue into its small slit. Then she would again bob her head up and down until I had to warn her. "Heidi, I'm gonna lose it! Heidi, take it!" This time she moved her head back just enough so I was free. She stuck her tongue out and lay the head of my cock on it. Now I could actually watch as the streams of my cum jetting into her waiting mouth. When I was spent, she swallowed and as some escaped her mouth, she stroked the head of my cock across her pursed lips. I lay next to her and stared at the ceiling. She turned to me and propped her heard up on one hand asked. "Would it be all right if maybe, we invited that lady over to share? You know, Megan. I think it would be wonderful if you and I could share her. I bet we could make her do anything we wanted, if we did it together. Want to?" And thats another story.