0 comments/ 64207 views/ 6 favorites The French Maid By: erotic51 He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave but her perfume smelled different today, more like that of a young woman then someone who was fifty years old. This caused him to look up. In front of him was a very good looking woman, about 30 years old wearing a maid's outfit with a hem that allowed an ample view of her legs. Her breasts were held tightly within the top which was cut to push her breasts up, exposing the tops of them to him. Looking at her, he felt his prick start to harden within his pants. 'Where's the regular woman?' he asked. 'She's sick today, sir. I'm her niece, Vikki. She asked me to fill in for her. I hope you don't mind?' 'No, I don't mind. I have to stay here while you work though, please try not to disturb me' Mike said. He was thinking that he would really like was to fuck her instead of working. It was a good thing he was behind the desk, his prick was hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants. 'I won't bother you sir' Vikki said as she started to clean the room. There was a large wall to wall book case directly in front of his desk. With a smile, he said 'there is a lot of dust on the bookcase. Please make sure you clean all of the books. You can use the ladder to reach the top.' He knew she would have stretch to reach the top shelf. He started to look forward to seeing her arse as she stretched out while cleaning. Her dress was too short to cover her while she was up there. She moved to the bookcase and as she walked, he noticed how slim her legs were. The she started cleaning the shelves and as she reached up to clean the higher, her dress moved up exposed a pair of panties that left most of her arse uncovered. The site of her made him moan and quickly coughed and moved some papers on his desk to cover his sounds. Mike wondered if she heard him. Since she kept on working, he didn't think so. She knew what she was doing, she had dressed to capture his attention and was sure she had heard him moan just now. What man wouldn't if he was looking at her arse, each time she lifted her arms, she felt the cheeks of her arse being exposed, and her panties she had on barely covered her. They disappeared between the crack of her arse and did not reappear again until they came to her pussy and right now they were very wet in front. She knew he was hard, his hand had been under the desk ever since she entered the room. There was a mirror in the corner of the room and Mike did not know that she could see him in it. Vikki had seen him looking at her as she lifted her arms, she saw him shift in his seat and could imagined how hard his prick had become while looking at her. She wanted to see the bulge in his pants and thought of a way to get him up from the desk. 'Sir, I'm ready to clean the top shelves now. Could you hold the ladder for me? I'm afraid I might fall.' She was also afraid that he might not get up since his prick was so hard. 'I'm kind of busy right now, can you wait a few minutes? I have to finish this letter. Will you please get me a cup of coffee' he asked. 'I should be done by the time you get back.' Damn, she thought as she left the room, she was getting very horny thinking of him. While she was waiting for the water to boil, she lifted her dress and slid her hand down inside her panties and the feeling of wet silk cooling on the top of her hand and the heat from her wet pussy felt very good. She slid a finger down across her clit as she leaned back against the wall, then lifted her leg to a chair to allow her finger to slide deeper and buried it in her pussy. She closed her eyes and imagined him fucking her as her finger slid in and out of her hot pussy. She was almost ready to cum when the coffee pot began to whistle, forcing her to stop. Thank god she left the room, he thought as he got up, he had to undo his pants to move his prick around, looking at her had made him so hard that his prick had become jammed in the folds of his pants. He walked around the room, breathing slowly, trying to will his prick to get soft but just as it started to get a little softer, she came back into the room. 'Here is your coffee, sir. There is sugar and cream on the tray.' She thought of what type of cream she would like right now. 'Is there anything else I can get for you?' 'No' he said nervously, picking up the coffee. 'You can go on cleaning.' Looking at the bulge of his prick, she knew exactly what she wanted to clean. 'Will you hold the ladder while I do the top shelves?' she asked. There was no way he could evade me now, she thought. 'Ok' he said. 'But the ladder slants out too far. I will have to stand in front of it while you are on it.' Moving to the ladder, he placed himself between it and the bookcase and held it as she started to climb. He thought she would only go up two or three steps, placing her stomach directly in front of his face but was pleasantly surprised when she kept climbing until her pussy was directly in front of him. As she reached up, her dress rose up to expose her pussy to him and Mike could see that she was very wet, she was so close to his face that he could smell the sweet fragrance of her pussy. He had trouble holding the ladder steady as his prick created a tent in the crouch of his pants. She looked down and saw what was happening to him. 'Are you all right sir?' she asked him. 'Is there anything I can do for you?' Knowing the answer, she moved her pussy closer to his face as she asked, 'Would you like to taste my pussy?' 'Yes', he responded, he could think of nothing else to say. 'Don't move until I tell you to. If you do everything I say, you can have me. If you do not, I will leave and you will have to take care of your hardon in your own way. Is that understood?' 'I will do whatever you say, just let me taste your juices' he said. While he stood there, looking at her pussy, she reached down and pulled her panties up, forcing them between the lips of her pussy. With her hand, she slowly stroked the piece of silk hidden within the soft folds, parting them each time her fingers moved up and down, she was so wet, the juices seemed to be dripping out of her pussy. 'Take your prick out of your pants, and start to stroke it.' As he started to unzip his pant and take his prick in his hand, she looked down as him as he slowly stroked the shaft. She watched the head as it disappeared each time his hand moved the loose skin over it and wondered how long he could keep it up before he came. Her finger found it's way behind the folds of her panties and into her pussy and Vikki began to finger herself, right in front of his face. She made sure her finger was covered with her pussy juices, then taking it out of her, she placed it in front of him. 'Would you like to taste it?' she asked, offering her finger to him. 'Closing his lips around it, he tasted the sweet juice from her pussy, moving his mouth back and forth, taking her finger in and then releasing it. He timed the movements to the stroking of his prick, his hand was moving faster and faster on his prick, pumping it, making it bigger as he continued to suck on her finger. While he was sucking on her finger, she moved her other hand to her pussy, burying two fingers in her, resting against the ladder, fingering herself as she watched him. She was so hot and knew it would not take long to for her to cum. Watching him would only make her cum faster and hoped she would be able to outlast him. Looking down, she could see that the head of his prick was pulsing with each stroke of his hand and there were already small drops of cum dripping from the slit. His breathing was becoming fast and erratic as his hand pumped his shaft faster and faster. 'Ohhh, I'm cumming' he moaned, as the white liquid squirted out of his prick, pushed by the uncontrolled contractions within his body. She wished she had been in a position to take him in her mouth as he came, she wanted to taste his cum, but the site of him spurting was driving her past the point of no return. Her finger was moving faster now, burying deep in her hot pussy with each stroke. She grabbed the ladder to keep from falling just as her body was rocked by an orgasm. It took a moment for her to recover but she knew this was just the beginning, there was more to come. He had not moved from under the ladder, he stood there looking at her pussy, dripping with her juices. 'Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself? You're not done, until I say so. I want to see your prick hard again. Keeping stroking until I tell you to stop.' She was satisfied as he took his cum covered prick in his hand and slowly started to stroke it. Watched it get harder, she inwardly moaned, thinking of how it would feel to have the hardness deep inside her, causing her to shiver. 'Come over to this side of the ladder, and keep stroking your shaft till your hard again' she told him. She wanted his prick in her mouth the next time he came. 'I want you to keep your prick hard for me.' She slid her panties down her legs and stepped out of them without getting off the ladder. Then, she lifted her right leg up one rung on the ladder to create enough room for what she had in mind. 'Put your face up here, in front of my pussy.' The ladder was wide enough to allow him to rest against it and he was able to slide his head up between her legs, stopping with his mouth directly in front of her pussy. Her pussy was wet, glistening with her juice, her scent overwhelmed him. If he had still been stroking his prick, he would have cum, just smelling her pussy, he squeezed his prick hard to make sure he didn't. 'Do you want to suck my pussy? Would you like to lick me with your tongue, make me cum on your face?' she asked him. As he said 'Yes', she moved her hips forward, pinning him against the ladder, placing her pussy directly over his mouth. 'Lick me, use your tongue to make me cum.' Her pussy completely covered his mouth, each breath filled him with the smell of her, his prick was so hard, straining for release. He realized that his hand was stroking it again, involuntarily, bringing him closer to the moment when his cum would shoot from his hot shaft. She knew how close he was to cumming, his prick was very hard and she could see it twitching in his hands. She saw how red it had gotten when he squeezed it, trying not to cum, that he was fighting the pleasures his body craved, the pleasure her body was giving to him, how good her pussy smelled, how good it tasted. No man could control himself with her pussy so close to his face. She stopped thinking of him and concentrated on how her body felt as she felt his tongue parting the lips of her pussy, finding it's way inside her body. She spread her legs as far as she could to allow him deeper access to her. 'Move your tongue faster, make me cum.' she told him. Her command made him work faster. Her pussy was completely covering his mouth as his tongue darted in and out of her pussy. His hot breath fell directly on her clit, exciting her even more. She started moving her hips slightly, not enough to release him, just enough to let his mouth slide up and down her pussy. Her movements caused his nose to slide between the soft folds of her pussy, rubbing her clit each time it did. His hand started stroking his prick, pumping it each time his tongue entered her pussy, the feeling started in his groin, a tingling that spread across his balls as the twitching of his prick increased. He stroked himself faster, speeding up the flow of cum from his balls, his body jerked violently as the white hot cum erupted from the end of his prick, just as her pussy sweet juice released into his mouth. Her orgasm was intense and swift as she crushed her pussy against his mouth, against his still moving tongue, releasing her cum to him as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through her body. After the orgasms stopped and her breathing had returned to normal, she lifted her pussy from his face and stepped down to the floor. 'Don't move' she told him. 'I have a surprise for you.' She reached up and undid the buttons on his shirt, removed his pants, exposing the full length of his prick to her. She knelt in front of him and took his cum covered prick in her hands, gently squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers, stroking it lightly as she did. Placing the tip of the head against her lips she slid her tongue along the entire length of his shaft and under his balls. Cupping his balls, she took each one in her mouth, sucking on them very gently, causing him to let out a very soft moan, confirming the pleasure she was giving him. She moved her mouth back up the hot shaft while she continued to play with his balls. Even though he had just cum, his prick was jumping up and down each time her lips touched it. She played with him, prolonging the pleasure he was feeling. Parting her lips, she took part of his head in her mouth and ran her tongue around the head and slipped it between the slit at the end. She could taste his cum as she squeezed gently and thought of how good he would taste when he came in her mouth. She moved her lips down, over the smooth ridge at the base of his head, sucking hard as she did, feeling the veins pumping. Her fingers were on her pussy now, moving them back and forth across the entire length of her pussy, starting at her clit, slipping in between the pink folds of skin leading to the hot hole between her legs. She buried her fingers deep inside her pussy, wishing there was a way she could prolong the feeling of something sliding into her. She continued to move her hand as her fingers came out of her pussy, tracing back up along the folds of her pussy lips until she felt the hardness of her clit and spread her fingers slightly, allowing it to slide between them. She returned her attention to his prick and could feel the head as it throbbed in the back of her mouth. Opening her mouth further, she extended her tongue and licked down between his balls and as she started to let him slide out of her mouth, she felt the thickness of its head slide between her lips. She could feel the contraction within his body each time his entire prick was in her mouth and her lips were against his body. She had been finger her self and was ready to cum. Reaching down to her pussy she covered her hand with her pussy juice, making sure her fingers were very slippery, she reached up and rubbed his balls and let her fingers slide behind them, toward the cheeks of his arse. She firmly rubbed the skin behind his balls, knowing that his cum would soon follow this path as it shot from him. Her fingers found the hole she was looking for and she pressed her finger hard against it, sliding it entire length inside as his arse tightened around it. She started moving in and out of him, timing her movements to both her lips on his prick and the fingers fucking her pussy. She felt him cumming even before he spurted into her mouth. She felt it with her fingers as it travelled along the inside of his body, following the trail along the underside of his prick and squirting out of him, filling her mouth. As she fought to keep his prick in her mouth, while swallowing his cum as she kept fingering his arse, pressing against his gland with her fingers. Her pussy to contract tightly around her fingers as the flood gates of her body opened, releasing her own juices as she was overcome with an orgasm of her own. When her body stopped shaking, she stood up and released him. 'I hope you enjoyed that sir' she said as she picked up her panties. 'I liked it very much, especially the surprise ending' he responded. 'Can you come as a school girl next week?' Mike asked as she walked smiling out the door. The French Maid Well, Diary. My evening turned out to be pretty good after all. I started off the night really missing Kid. It had been a while since we have been intimate. Too long for me, and my vibrator is nice, but it's not him. So he tells me he's on his way, and to be ready to leave. Shit, that means I have to get dressed all over again. We go down the street, to and adult book store, and walk in. This is the first time I’ve been to this place with him, but since it’s close to my house, I’m there all the time. I’m curious as to what he has up his sleeve, all he does is smile at me everytime I ask him. We go to the costumes, and he tells me to find a French Maid outfit. So I pick one out, and they let me try it on. He looks at it and says that it fits good. That I will be a hit at the parties. And I look at him and say “what parties?” He tells me to get dressed. So, we poke around there a bit more and then pay for it and leave. He’s so excited he can’t see straight. We get home and he asks me who I’m going to wear this for. I tell him I would wear it for him only, unless he wants me to wear it to the bukkake parties. Since I like to watch, and not participate, I told him that it might be a turn on for the guys to see me walking around like this, making sure everyone is happy. He smiles and says yeah, that would be cool. He said he also wanted me to wear it for our webcam parties. That sounds sexy. I like the outfit, it looks good on me. Makes me look really sexy. I smile at him as I put it on and say, “You realize that as soon as I put this on, I become your employee, and since you write the paychecks I have to do what you want.” He smiled and said “I know, and you can call me Mr Box.” It took me a minute to realize he was talking about the latter half of his name. I was so turned on that I wasn’t thinking straight. After putting it on, complete with black lace top thigh high stockings and high heel shoes, he had me model it for him. Then he called me to him, lifted up the apron, pulled down the panties to my knees, and very softly stroked my cl*t with his tongue. Then he raised his head and asked me “Aren’t you supposed to be working?” I responded with “Yes Mr Box” and he replied “Did you tell my wife that I make you go without panties?” I said “No Mr.Box” He resumed teasing my cl*t with his tongue, making my head spin with the sensations. He continued sucking and teasing my clit until my juices were running down my thighs and I was fast approaching an orgasm. He then had me step out of my panties, turn around, and bend over. He spread my cheeks and once again started eating my p*ssy, this time from behind. I could feel the vibrations from his moans, and I was so hungry for him that I ached all over. Every fiber of my being was concentrating on what he was doing. Then, just as I was about to cum, he stopped, asked me to remove the apron, and leave on the stockings, garter and heels. He laid me down on the bed on my back, with my dripping p*ssy facing him, and once again started teasing my p*ssy. By this time I’m begging for release. But just as I’m about to cum, he stops, and then very slowly inserts his beautiful d*ck, which is rock hard. And strokes a couple of times, before pulling out and then going down to suck out the juices. He groaned “God I can taste my d*ck on your p*ssy.” Which almost sent me over the edge again. After an eternity of switching back and forth, he stood up, instructed me to take off the stockings and garter and shoes, leaving me completely naked, and gently laid me on the bed. He then put my feet around his head, and slipped inside of me. I was so turned on, my juices were flowing so much so that he commented that I was too wet. He actually pulled out and dried me off a bit. I was stunned. I’ve never been too wet for anyone before. Then he slipped back inside of me and made the sweetest love to me, he came 6 times that night, and one more the next morning. I kept up the role playing by asking questions like “Mr Box, why do you make me wear this uniform? It barely covers me, and leaves my ass completely exposed?” And “Mr Box, are you the one that keeps taking my panties and hiding them, forcing me to go without?” and when he said “I want you to wash my car today, outside, and make sure to wear this, but no panties Miss Sophie” I responded with “But Mr. Box, people will see my p*ssy, you won’t let me bend my knees when I bend over, so I will be showing my p*ssy to everyone.” He said “I know” On and on we went, carrying me farther and farther away from earth. When he finally let me cum, my orgasm was so strong that it left me seeing stars, and him crying out his own release. It seemed to last forever, our orgasm, but in reality it didn’t last nearly long enough. The next morning, as I was picking up the pieces of the costume, I smiled to myself. This “uniform” is going to get a lot of wear. I can’t wait to get different ones. This was absolutely incredible. The French Maid It had been a busy Saturday morning at work, and I was looking forward to getting home. You see, Saturday is the day that the maid cleans the house. I like to watch her as she goes about her duties, and today would be no different. I do have one rule though. I do require that the maid wear a French Maid Uniform. I find it very erotic to watch her flitting about in her black and white outfit, and unbelievably I was able to find a maid who would agree to this strange request and not feel ill at ease. It is especially important that she not feel ill at ease since I am a married man, happily I might add, to the most wonderful woman in the world. We have a very open relationship filled with fantastic sex. She is my entire world. But I do have a thing for maids. I suppose that it is a fetish of mine. I knew that my wife would not be home this morning, only the maid. I opened the front door and sauntered in, wondering to myself in what room I would find her this morning. I heard some noise coming from the lounge, and walked in that direction. I picked up the newspaper as I headed into the room, as I wanted to appear to be reading the paper. You and I both know that I will not be reading at all, but watching her with a lustful gaze! I imagine that some of you might think of me as a pig for lusting after the maid, but as I said, I do have a fetish for them! I sat down on the couch, opened up the paper and held it up in front of me. There in front of me was the most beautiful maid that I had ever seen. I said hello and sat down, making my presence known to her. She gave me a nod. The length of her little dress was mid thigh, and I watched intently as she leaned over to dust a table. Her dress lifted up in the back revealing black thigh high stockings and her creamy thighs above the lacy trim. She leaned over further to dust the shelf underneath the table, and I gasped in delight, as today she was wearing a black lacy thong. I caught a glimpse of the most beautiful round ass that I had ever seen. At this point I was definitely staring, and I felt my cock begin to stir to life. I wanted to put a hand on each cheek of that toned plump ass and just squeeze! She stood back up and walked over to the chair to plump the pillows. There was a wonderful wiggle to her luscious hips as she sashayed across the room. She was facing me as she leaned over to reach for the pillow, and a blonde curl framed her face. I could see down the ruffle on the front of her dress, and I was treated to a taste of her cleavage, pushed up by a lacy black bra. She glanced up at me and her blue eyes danced and she gave me a wink. My cock literally jumped in my pants at that point. As she fluffed the pillow, her breasts jiggled in a tantalizing way. I smiled as I watched her, hoping to see more of what I shouldn't! She went out of the room, and I heard her open the closet door. She returned with the vacuum cleaner and proceeded to go over to the curtains. She hooked up the attachments so that she would be able to reach the top. She turned the vacuum on and reached up. She was sliding her hands up and down the shaft of the extension as she cleaned the curtains. It was very seductive and she appeared to be stroking a hard cock! Or was that just my imagination working overtime because I felt that I was being very naughty lusting after her in this way! As she was reaching, her dress came up in the front, and I was very pleased to see her lacy black thong. I imagined sliding my finger under the side and caressing her pussy. I wondered if it was neatly trimmed hair, or as smooth as a babies bottom! Would it be wet with desire? Oh how I wanted to take my tongue and flick it on the outside of her thong and breathe in her scent! My cock was very hard at this point in time, so I kept the paper over my lap. She went about her duties in the room, and I watched her the entire time while I was getting hornier and hornier. She was finished in here, and headed into the bedroom. Our bedroom opens up to a patio, so I moved to a chair out there and faced towards the bedroom so that I could watch her as she cleaned in there. She had stripped the bed of the linens, and had clean ones from the closet. I thought that I would die watching her make the bed. She had to bend and twist in all different interesting ways to put the clean linens on, and I was treated to some wonderful views. As I was watching her put my pillow on my side of the bed, she ran her hand over it and down my side of the bed with a wistful look on her face. Oh my gosh! Could she possible have the hots for me too? I could only hope. I saw her walk over to the laundry bin and lift out one of my shirts and hold it to her face and breathe deeply. I could scarcely believe my eyes when I saw her slide her hand under her dress and begin caressing her pussy as she breathed in my scent from my shirt! I immediately set the paper aside and went to the bedroom. I stood leaning against the door frame making an attempt to look sexy as she glanced up and saw me. She noticed the bulge in the front of my pants and quickly dropped the shirt back into the bin as I walked over to her and gently touched her cheek. I could feel my heart racing. I stepped close to her and put my mouth on her full lips and kissed her lightly. She did not stop me, so I kissed her more fully. She began kissing me back, and my tongue was soon dancing around her mouth. I nibbled at her bottom lip and sucked her lip into my mouth. My arms went around her and my hand came up on the back of her neck. I gently slid my hand up and let her hair down. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders and down her back. I moved my hands down her back and slid them up under her dress and squeezed her scrumptious ass. I had been waiting for quite some time to do that! I caressed each cheek, marveling at how smooth and firm her ass was. Her hands were returning the favor on my ass now, and my cock could not get any harder than it was! I guided her towards the bed, and gently pushed her down onto it. I moved beside her, and my hand went towards her tits. I pulled the bra down lower on her rib cage, and two of the most beautiful tits that I had ever seen popped into view. Her nipples immediately pebbled, begging me to suck them. I bent my head down and took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked, while I was squeezing her right tit and rolling her nipple between my finger and thumb. I gently put her left nipple between my teeth and pulled on it until it popped out of my mouth. She was arching her back in delight as I spent quite some time lavishing those tits with attention, but my cock was starting to ache. I slid off of the bed to the floor, and positioned myself between her legs. I gently lifted up her dress and leaned in and breathed deeply. I could smell her excitement, and I leaned forward and flicked my tongue on the outside of her panties. I heard her moan in delight. I took my teeth and pulled the panties to the side, and gasped in delight when I saw her beautiful bald pussy and pierced clit. Her honey was dripping from her pussy and her lips were full and thick with excitement. I flicked my tongue across her clit, and it caused the piercing to slide across her inflamed nub. She lifted her hips towards me and moaned. I then took my tongue and ran it the entire length of her wet cunt, tasting her juices. I eagerly lapped them up, and slid two fingers into her hotness. She began bucking her hips against my hand as I slid my fingers in and out and flicked my tongue on her clit. Her cream was dripping from her cunt and trickling down to her puckered little hole. Her moaning was getting louder, and I knew that she was close to coming. I watched her face as she released her juices into my mouth. She looked so beautiful as she came. Without a word, she moved off of the bed and motioned for me to lay down on it. I did as she wanted, and she undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and slid them off of me, taking my briefs with them. My hard cock literally sprang out as my pants moved past it. She flicked her tongue across the tip, lapping up my precum. Her tongue swirled around the swollen head of my engorged cock, and she slid her mouth down the shaft. I thought that I would explode right then, but was able to hold back. Her hands lightly caressed my balls and ran down the inside of my thighs, back up to my balls, and then down underneath my balls to the sensitive place just above my ass. Her head bobbed up and down and she moaned in delight as she sucked me and licked me. She began pumping my cock with one hand and she slid her other hand down and lightly tickled my ass. She lifted my balls up with her hand and bent her head down and flicked her tongue on my puckered hole. How did she know that doing that would drive me absolutely wild? My hips bucked up as she did that, shooting electricity through my body. Without a word she stood up and slid her panties down over her curved hips, and crawled up on the bed. On my God! She was going to ride my cock, which was now glistening with her saliva. She swung a leg over me and was now poised above me. She grabbed my cock and slid it over her slick folds. I moaned in delight as she slid her dripping cunt down on my rock hard dick. She began grinding her pussy on me and rubbing her cunt back and forth. Her breathing was becoming heavier and she moaned in delight. I have never seen such a sexy sight as that of this beautiful woman with her sexy little black and white maid outfit on riding my cock. My reaction was to lift my hips up towards her and begin pumping. Her perfect tits were sitting there proudly as she reached her hand up and squeezed one and then tugged at her nipple. She brought her other hand up and began caressing her other tit. What an erotic sight watching her give herself pleasure. I could hear her juices making a squishy sound as she ground herself on my cock, and she threw her head back and let out a long moan. I could feel her hot cunt contracting on my cock, and I couldn't take it any longer. I could feel my cum shooting into her pussy as I pumped away from underneath. I let out a grunt and felt my body tense as I finally had release. She rolled off of me and I held my arm open for her to snuggle into me. I kissed her on the forehead and pulled her close to me. We looked each other in the eye and broke out into laughter. "Thank you for being my slut maid again today sweetheart! I love you more than life itself!" The French Maid Act 01 Scene 01 Oct. 23, Dear Gwenevere: Thanks for implanting the image of you dressed in a French maid outfit firmly in my mind. You know, there will be no rest for me until I see you in this, and you are a cruel, cruel woman for doing this to me. So, this is your punishment: I want you to write to me every day for the next eight days and describe for me, in excruciating detail, one piece of the costume each day. Tell me: • What the part of the costume is, and describe it in intricate detail, as if I've never seen something like that before • Why you think this particular piece is sexy • Why you believe I would think it's sexy • Describe to me how you would put it on • Describe to me how you would take it off (or have me take it off you. And if it's me doing the taking off, why would I want to. Or, what's in it for me?) This will be your script for Halloween. If your performance is satisfactory there will be many "treats" for you. If not, I may have to pull out my bag of "tricks." Are you up for the challenge? DB Oct. 24, David: Although I'm sure that you know how much I enjoy treats, I'm also quite intrigued by your kinky sounding "bag of tricks." Therefore, I choose tricks, and you will have to wait to see my costume until I choose to show you. Perhaps we can find time for a private Halloween party. I'll provide the treats and will be waiting in anticipation to know what tricks you have in store for me. C Oct. 25, Bonjour Gwenevere: Non, non, non! That is not how this game is played, mon cheri. Surrendering before making an attempt is not acceptable. This leads me to assume a great many bad things about you. First, you many not even have a French Maid's costume. Second, you may not have a clue about how to act like a French Maid. Have you been practicing your accent? Have you been exercising your wrists so that when you feather-dust you are using only your wrists and not your entire arm? And, the most difficult move that will prove once-and-for-all that you have what it takes to be a true French Maid: wearing your stiletto heels, bend at the waist (never at the knees) to pick something up, while at the same time looking over to the Lord of the Manor to make sure he is noticing that your tiny, ruffled skirt is rising up over your lovely, spankable bottom. And accomplish this while looking like the most sexy, desirable woman in the world, without falling over. I do not think you should be so quick to choose my "tricks." I don't believe I ever claimed they would be kinky. They might not be. Depends on my mood. So I am guessing, mon petit chat, that either you do not understand the game, or you wish not to devote seven days to creating increasingly hotter and hotter prose. Therefore, I will revise the deal. I will write the vignette, in three acts, each with several hot scenes that will culminate on Halloween night when we can see if we can stay true to the play, or if passion interferes and improv will rule the rest of the evening and into the morning hours. You only have to read, send me your comments, and tell me where to start the next scene. The Preamble: You, mon beau French Maid, have completed a thorough dusting of my living room (using just a flicker of your dainty wrists with the feather duster), and slowly, almost coyly, bending over at the waist to pick up small bits of paper. Finally, after your work is finished, you slowly and sexily walk up to me as I am sitting in my chair. Act One, Scene One: Gwenevere: (In your most sexy French-accented voice) Monsieur, I believe I is feenished with cleaning. Ezz thair aaanyting else I can do to you? (Pause) I mean....for you? Lord of the Manor: No, thank you, Cara. You may leave now. Gwenevere: But monsieur, maybes you can help me? I must change out of thes uniform and into my clothes. My legs, they are very tired from wearing these shoes. Cooould you pleease 'elp me takes them off? Standing in front of me you slowly raise your left leg and place your shoe on my right thigh. You are balancing on your right leg, but do not yet touch me to hold your balance. "You just needs to undo this buckle," you say as you move your hand to your shoe, gesturing at what I need to do. You very slowly move your hand over my thigh and then up the front of your leg, over your knee and thigh as you shyly adjust your skirt. I rest my right hand on your shoe and softly place my other hand just behind your ankle and calf. I slowly move both my hands up your legs with a soft and gentle caress. My hands change position, circling your fish-net clad leg as I slowly make my way down to the back of your shoe. I undo the clasp holding it in place and gently lift your leg so the shoe slides off your foot. This puts you off balance, and you reach out to my shoulder for support, and your hand lingers there. I place your shoe in my lap, as I am not done with it yet. I raise your foot slightly, moving my hand beneath it as I gently massage your tired and stiletto-tortured foot. I move my hands back up your leg with soft, almost feathery caresses. With your leg on my thigh you stand before me, exposed, and as my hands move up to your thighs I notice your hips sway a little closer to me. While you are exposed to me, I try not to look. I instead move my face closer to your leg, planting soft kisses on the inside of your knee as my hands dance across your thighs, the tips of my fingers barely brushing the exposed skin of your bottom but carefully avoiding the area between your legs. I start to kiss a little further up your thigh, and you move your hips a little closer to my body. I take your shoe and slowly caress you with it, starting at the back of your calf and moving up, behind your knee and up to your thigh. I move it back and forth, using the tip of your shoe almost like a phallus as I slowly move it over your legs. Your hand is still on me, moving from my shoulder to the back of my head for support. I move the shoe closer to the point between your legs and I tease you, moving it across the top of your panties and carefully sliding it between your legs but avoiding your lips or other sensitive areas. You know it's a tease, but you shudder in anticipation every time I get close. Suddenly I take the point of the shoe and press it just above your clitoris and move it in a straight line downward, brushing your most sensitive area and sliding the point of the shoe down over your lips. I toss the shoe behind you and gently lower your foot to the floor. We repeat the process with you placing your other leg on my left thigh. This time the act is quicker and with more passion. I start with kissing your knee and caressing your lower leg and quickly undo your shoe. Like the last one, I keep this for now. I massage your foot with one hand while more aggressively moving my other hand across your thigh, under your bottom and back down to other leg. My caresses are firmer and faster, and my kisses along your leg are louder and more intense. My right hand grabs your butt and pulls your crotch closer to my face, but I never go past your mid thigh. The side of my face is almost touching you, and I can feel the heat and desire flowing from your body, and my heart beats faster as I smell your scent. I play the same game with the other shoe, but continue with the intensity. I move it over your panties. I keep teasing you with the shoe. You know what I will do, but not when, as it moves almost randomly over your body. One moment the shoe brushes your clit, then it's my hand, then the back of my hand slides softly, almost imperceptibly, along your lips. You shudder again as tingles move through your body. You bite your lip to keep from uttering a soft moan. Suddenly my hand grabs your butt cheeks and pull you closer. Your hands are at the back of my head. You want my face and my mouth closer to your body, but I keep them on your leg. I place my hand softly on your crotch with a slight upward pressure, almost as I were trying to lift you. I feel your heat, and my face and lips move further up your thigh. You breath quickens as you hope to feel my lips replace my hand, but I don't go there. Not yet. My hands make one last journey across your lovely legs as if they are trying to memorize every inch of them. Then I slowly move back and lower your foot back to the ground. I sit back and your hands leave my head and they fall at your sides. You look down at me, your lips are parted and you are starting to breath heavier. Your face is already taking on a slightly slacken, sensuous look. Your green-grey eyes are looking at me with desire and passion. You take a deep breath and utter in your most sexy French accent: Gwenevere: Merci, monsieur. My legs feel soooo mush better. Now could you pleeease 'elp me take off.... Well, what should we take off next? Maybe that little thing that goes on your head. I'll need a little help with what it looks like. And, how will your hair be? Up, down, pony tail? What color will your lipstick be? Au revoir, mon cheri. Until tomorrow... Lord of the Manor The French Maid Act 01 Scene 03 Oct. 25, David: Thanks for getting me hot and bothered all day while I'm trying to get some work done. I think you should take off my apron next since I've had such a long day at work. Also, I wanted to let you know a little secret - underneath my dress I'm wearing a sexy black garter belt with garters hooked to my fishnet stockings, and a beautiful black lace bustier. I'll be waiting in anticipation for the next scene... C Oct. 26, Mon Amoureux: Act I, Scene III Gwenevere: Merci, monsieur, for helping mes with my headband. But now I thinks I needs 'elp taking off my apron, as etz is sooo duuurty. I lift you slightly so that you're kneeling straight up and wrap my arms around your waist. The position puts my face close to your neck. I can smell your perfume and I have an uncontrollable desire to bury my face there, to live with your smell forever, and to feel the softness of your body pressed against mine. You arch your neck to the side as I move closer, hoping I would take advantage of this opportunity to do... what? Should I allow my lips to dance softly across your neck, then trace the line of your collarbone from your shoulder down toward the base of your neck? Maybe I should be more forceful, planting a mix of firm kisses and tiny bites as I travel the path from your shoulders downward to your chest, my teeth and lips setting off hot sparks of pain and pleasure shooting though your body. I hope that you feel the same desire and passion for me as I do for you. ***** He pulls me closer to him and as his face moves closer to my neck I find myself trying to press my body nearer to his. My lips are yearning for the taste of his skin that is so close. But he is all business-like, keeping me just a few inches away from him. His chin rests between my neck and shoulder -- I can feel the burn from his stubble on my skin -- and it sets off an itch that starts moving from the top of my head to the center of my body. His hands move right to the string of my apron. They don't move down my back. No caresses or massages. He is very business-like in his motions. With the exception of his chin resting on my shoulder -- for support or to see what he is doing, perhaps -- he is very formal from just a few moments ago. It is almost as if my boss is taking off my apron, you think, as he unites the bow and tosses the apron on the couch, near his bag of tricks. He pauses for a moment that seems like minutes, and then his hands return to the small of my back. He presses me closer, our chests are touching and his lips start to glide down my shoulder, across my collarbone to my neck. So soft and gentle, my heart beats faster as his reaches my neck and the lacy collar I'm wearing. He is such a baaad boss, but he knows just the right places to turn me on. His kisses travel up my neck toward my chin as he unclasps the collar and tosses that somewhere behind me. Those fingers then trace the outline where the collar was -- light feathery touches all over my neck and to the top of my chest. His lips are so close to mine, I'm moving my head to try to search his out, but I keep missing. My hands are on his back, softly rubbing him, and then moving up to the back of his neck. His mouth moves to my ear lob and his gently pulls it with his lips, an ever-so-slight nip that turns me on so much. His heat and passion are returning again, and I close my eyes as I allow him to take control. The position puts my face closer to his ear and neck, and I take the opportunity to return a few kisses, but it only lasts for a moment. I feel his finger nails lightly scratching down my arms, and he pulls off the lacey wristbands, placing them on the couch beside us. My arms are still around him, but he pulls my hair back so that again we're staring into each other's eyes. The Lord of the Manor: Mademoiselle, I am not happy with your performance today. Gwen: (Shocked): Buts monsieur, I deed evereeting you asks me. I duuusted, I picks up zee paipers bending ats my waists sos you can sees up my tiny leetle skirt. I try batting my eyelids at him and flash a little pout. TLotM: But you did not practice your accent. Say "monsieur." Gwen: Monsewer...monsour... TLotM: One last time: "meh..." Gwen: Meh. TLotM: "Seuer." Gwen: Sour. TLotM: Never mind. Stand up. My legs are a little wobbly from kneeling (and excitement), and I stand before him. TLotM: Turn around. Confused, I turn around. He takes my hands, puts my wrists together and slips one of the lacey wrist bands over them. My arms are trapped behind me. He has me lie across his thighs, my hair flows down as I'm staring at the floor. I feel helpless and, with my butt up in the air, very exposed. He moves the skirt up, and I feel his fingers softly caressing my exposed ass cheeks. Then...nothing. I sense his hand move away then suddenly he smacks me, hard, on my right cheek. Of all the times we've been together I never expected this! The force sends my hips sharper on his thighs, and a bolt of lightening shoots from ass, across my crotch, up my spine to the top of my head. I can feel the erection he has for me - and I would touch him - but my hands are tied. His hand rubs my ass again, a little more forcefully, grinding me on his thigh. His motions make my thong move across my lips, and I know I'm already wet with desire. His hand leaves, and another slap on my ass, then a massage of my cheeks -- sometimes light and barely there, other times forceful kneading. He repeats this several times, and each time as the smack of his hand echoes in the room I feel sparks shoot though my body and I try to find a way to get more pressure on my clit as it is pressed against his thigh. Please, don't let me cum this way. This would be embarrassing! His hand moves back, to spank me again, but this time it returns for just a light touch. My mind is screaming in anticipation. Then he spreads my legs slightly, and a finger tip gently traces the line of my thong. Oh my God! Please, just a touch. Put your finger in me, just for second. I need to feel you! His fingers tease me, dancing across the area between my pussy and the inside of my legs. He pulls my thong up, and I feel cool air on my burning lips, but the movement causes the fabric to rub against my clit, and I let out a moan. How much longer is he going to keep this up? I press my side firmer into his hard on, hoping he would get a clue about what I want -- what I need now. But I'm tied up, lying across his legs, at his mercy. He allows the thong to snap back into place, and his hands lightly caress my ass. They feel red and are burning, just a little. He slips the wrist band off me and pulls me off his legs. I kneel next to him, not sure if I'm ready to sit just yet. TLotM: So, now will you keep practicing your accent, or we I have to punish you again? Gwen: (Lying to TLotM) Oui, monsieur. I weel keep practicing. I don't wants another spanking! TLotM: Good. Now, what shall we remove from you next? Gwen: Monsieur, I tink des bodice ez too tight. Could you 'elp me take it off? Au revior, mon cheri. Until tomorrow... The Lord of the Manor The French Maid Act 02 Scene 02 Oct. 27, Monsieur, I tink you ez right. Could you 'elp me take my skirt off? I want you to see the sexy black garter I ez wearing. Au revoir C Oct. 28, Mon Belle Fleur: Act II, Scene II Cara: Monsieur, I tink you ez right. Could you 'elp me take my skirt off? I want you to see the sexy black garter I ez wearing. My gorgeous French Maid stands before me, half her uniform tossed around my living room. I am happy that her accent has suddenly come true. She just pronounced a perfect "meh-seur," just a few minutes after receiving a spanking for not even coming close. Was she faking it, just to get a quick - albeit sensual -- spanking? We've been teasing each other for the better part of a half-hour, and every time we touch sparks are literally flying of off our skin. So, to keep up the tease, I try hard to keep away from her exposed skin. I reach around her to unzip her skirt, and the movement puts my face right at the middle of her stomach. She still has on her beautiful black bustier, and the front covers most of her chest and stomach. I place a medium-force kiss right in her center, just a few inches above her belly-button. She lets out a sharp breath through her nose, and her hands wrap around my head, trapping me there. There's only a few inches worth of zipper on her skirt, so I bring it down quickly and unwrap it from around her waist and toss it out of the way. With the skirt gone I look down and admire her black-lace garter belt. It is on top of a tiny black thong, one I don't remember seeing before. My hands move down the side of her waist and follow the straps to the garters on her lovely legs. I toy with them, making like maybe I'm going to take them off, then move my hands elsewhere, flying softly up and down her legs, then over her bottom and back up for another tease by slipping just under her bustier. She looks so incredibly hot and sexy. I don't want to take anything else off her. All I want to do right now is take her into my room, throw her down on the bed and make mad, passionate love to her for the rest of the night. I want to feel her legs with her stockings rubbing against my skin and feel them wrap around the small of back. I want to be able to touch the lace of her garter belt and bustier, and feel that pressed against my chest. I might even have her keep on her thong. It's small enough that we might be able to just move it to the side. I have a wonderful bag of tricks, but now I have doubts that we'll even want to use them, at least not until the third or fourth round! Our passion for each other is making the air between our bodies electric. But I am happy that her accent has come around, and thrilled that she was not offended by the spanking, so I feel that I owe her a treat before I just throw her down and ravish her. Then I remember our relationship: she is the Maid and I am the Lord, and just allowing her to gain any kind of pleasure from me should be more than enough treat for her. Maybe I'll see how close, and how many times, I can get her to almost have an orgasm. I want to get her to point that she is literally screaming to have me inside her. My hands have been avoiding her breasts and thong area for the last several minutes, so when I suddenly pull her panties aside and touch the button of her clit and then run a finger along her slit, she lets out a deep "Oh my God!" and grabs my shoulders tightly. Her legs almost give out and she sways. She is very wet, and I can smell her arousal. I wonder if just the appearance and sound of a vibrator, like the rabbit kind with the pearl beads or a one of those vibrating and twisting dongs, would have her cumming before it even touches her. She's standing in my living room, nearly naked but looking like sex personified. She's practically panting and she's dripping wet, but does she really want to get off right here and now? She may find it exciting and a little kinky, but I'm betting she'll resist an orgasm, wishing to save it for the bedroom, instead. Or maybe she'll cum like a banshee in five seconds and then jump into bed and challenge me to see how many more times I can get her off before we pass out. I reach into my bag and pull out the first thing I find that feels like a dick. I can't see it as my other hand has her thong moved to the side, and I'm gently kissing her public area just above her clit. Her hands are on the back of head, pressing me closer, and she lets out a soft moan. I switch on the vibrating dick and she says, "Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators!" So, mon belle: what would be one of Gwen's "'avorite 'ibrators?" The "rabbit" kind with the pearl beads or the twisty/vibrating schlong? Adieu, until tomorrow... The Lord of the Manor The French Maid Act 03 Scene 01 Oct. 29, Mon Belle Fleur: Act III, Scene I Gwen: Merci beaucoup, monsieur! Zat ez one of my 'avorite 'ibrators! I zust adores zee 'ibrating wabbeet! The 'ibrator, I mean "vibrator," is pink with a row of pearl beads near the base. Jutting up like a hook is the so called "rabbit:" a soft piece of rubber split in two that, if nestled in my nether region just right, should play a feathery dance right on my clit. My Lord takes a moment to pour a little baby oil over the rubber treat (he is so thoughtful!), but I don't think it is really necessary. While the vibrator is rather thick, I think I am more than ready enough to feel that -- or even better, My Lord of the Manor -- deep inside me. I want to lie on the couch - or go to his room - and try to make a motion to do so, but he won't have it. He wants to torment me standing up, legs spread in front of him. I'm almost naked but he is still fully-clothed, and I'm able to undo a few buttons on his shirt and rub my hands over his warm chest, finally enjoying the feel of his skin on my fingers. But I'm distracted by the feel of his fingers back on my thong. He pulls it aside and I feel cool air on my pussy. The vibrator is on a low setting, and he barely brushes it against my lips and I feel like screaming out. My heart is racing and I'm having trouble breathing and I know he's going to torture me with this wonderful toy. The vibrations on my lips send bolts of passionate fire racing through me and it seems like there is a spark connecting to the tool and my clit. My legs bend and my thighs are quivering as I try to keep standing. I dig my fingers -- hard -- into his shoulders for support. He moves the rabbit over my clit and I moan oh my God! He slips the head of the toy just barely between my lips, and the vibrations have me pressing my Lord's head tight to my stomach. My brain is screaming out: Oh God, please just fuck me! Fuck me with this toy, your cock, your fingers, your mouth -- anything! I just need something in me, and I need to cum so badly! My hips are swaying, and my body is trying to force itself down on the rabbit, but he will not let it inside. He allows the vibrator to play across my butt cheeks, then down the back of my legs, across my thighs and up again to between my legs. The head dances on the sensitive area between my lips and the inside of my thigh, and I'm nearing the point of grabbing the toy out of his hands and taking over for myself! Finally, as if sensing my desire, frustration, passion and impatience, he suddenly thrusts the vibrating pleasure machine into me up to its base. I moan another in an endless series of "oh-my-Gods." My legs give out, and he has to hold me up to keep from falling. I feel very filled, almost to the point of pain, and the rabbity-part of the clit-stimulator is pressing too sharply on my pleasure bead. He moves it in and out just a little, and then turns on another switch and the penise-part begins to dance inside me. My "oh-my-Gods" are getting much, much louder now. The pearl beads are stimulating my G-spot, and the rabbit end starts a light vibration on my clit and I feel myself cumming really hard, really fast. My stomach muscles start to contract and my fingers hurt from digging into his shoulders. Words stop flowing and now I'm only making sounds, short and sharp pants, and my whole body starts to shake. Then, just as quickly as he shoved the magic dildo into me, he pulls it completely out. I suddenly feel very empty, and come very close to ripping off his ears, which I had just grabbed onto for support. I'm looking down at him, panting out of control. I want to say something, but can't form any words -- just sounds. He looks up at me and I want to punch his brown eyes, but I can't move, either. My skin is still tingling, and an orgasmic fire is still burning through me. The toy is still near me, and I hear him switch it back on again, and my hips start to move, openly searching it out like I was in heat. He lightly brushes it against my lips and I jerk like I was hit with a cattle prod. Please, I whisper, and then catch myself. I will not beg for this. He's in control, and will probably win, but I'm not going to give in. Not yet, anyway. He has to be feeling this, too. How can he keep himself from just bending me over on his couch and fucking the shit out me? He turns on the wiggly motion and holds the toy inside my lips, just inside me. The wiggle whips my juices into a lather, and I hear the sound of my wetness. He moves it further inside me and positions the rabbit on my clit, and in just a few moments I feel one of the biggest, most fantastic orgasms of my life building. I feel light-headed, and start trembling uncontrollably. Oh, Jesus! My back hunches and my mouth opens in a wordless scream. Then he pulls out the vibrator and lets it drop to the floor. He stands quickly, holding me tight. He grabs a handful of my hair and pulls my head back and he kisses me, hard and with an insane amount of passion and heat and desire. I feel his hard-on pressing into my stomach, and his thigh is between my legs and I can't resist pressing myself on him. He pulls my hair back a little more and his mouth drops to neck. My eyes are close and my mouth is open. I feel like I came -- maybe? Or am I in an endless orgasm loop? He whispers in my ear to put my arms around his neck and to hold on. He bends at his knees, grabs my under my knees and lifts me off my feet. My forehead is nestled in his neck and my nose is tickled by his chest hairs. He carries me into his room and gently lies me on the bed. He leans over to kiss me again, and I run my fingers across his chest and remove his shirt. He has one knee between my legs, pressing gently on me as he folds me in his arms. I relish the heat of his body on mine, and my skin is burning again as he starts kissing me everywhere. The Lord of the Manor: I wanted to keep your panties on, but I think they need to go. I want you to wear everything else, though. He unsnaps the lace ties running from the garter belt and slips off my soaking thong. As he pulls it over my ankle, I take a moment to stretch, feeling so hot and sexy for him dressed still in my fishnet stocking, garter belt and bustier. The later item, however, is feeling a little warm and might have to go soon. He takes a second to light some candles, and then removes his pants and socks. I see him take a small bottle off his nightstand. More massage oil, I wonder, but I'm not really in the mood for another massage. TLotM: Chocolate body paint. I'm feeling a little artsy. Gwen: I'm not. We'll save that for round three or four. I take the bottle from him and then roll him over on his back. I slip his underwear off and straddle his hips. I lean over him, my long blonde hair covering our faces. I kiss him and whisper in his ear: "Thank you, monsieur. Now it's my turn." Hmmm...I wonder what Gwen means??? Au revior, until tonight. The Lord of the Manor