Rachel Buckett has never been anywhere near France, but some of her ancestors came from there, and she thinks of herself as being a Frenchwoman, even to the point of caricature. Now and then I get a very welcome phone call from her, and last week was one of those delightful times.
"M'sieu, zees eez Rachelle Buckay. Are you ready for me to come over and clean your house?" came the voice, in her comical accent. Rachel doesn't speak French except for a few common words and expressions but she likes to affect that accent and refer to herself as Rachelle when she is playing this role. I was glad to have her come over because, even though she wasn't actually going to be doing any cleaning, and doesn't speak French, she does all other French things extremely well.
She arrived a short while later, and I let her into my house and removed and hung up the long coat she had been wearing. Underneath she had on her French Maid's outfit, which included a black micro-mini skirt, a black bustier, black bikini panties, black high heeled pumps, and a short white apron. The outfit looked quite sexy, especially with her rather dusky skin and dark brown hair. I don't actually know just how French Rachel is, but her appearance does with the rather broad accent she likes to affect.
"Ooo la la, M'sieu, we begin in zee bedroom, no?" Rachelle asked.
It was strictly a rhetorical question, because what we were going to be doing is usually best done in the bedroom. I handed her the feather duster she likes to wield as a prop and that's where we headed. She led the way and stopped by the bed, and I prepared to do what we both knew she was there for.
After we had arranged for Rachel, or Rachelle, to come over, I had made the bed, using a clean fitted bottom sheet and clean pillow cases, with no blanket or comforter to get in the way. She stood over it with the duster in her hand and I came up behind her, as usual, and put my hands on her shapely hips. "Ooo, la, la, M'sieu, do you want to do zee sex zing wiz Rachelle?" she asked. By way of answer, I pulled her panties down around her ankles. She stepped out of them and out of her pumps, slid onto the bed and rolled over to face me. Rachel, wearing nothing under her extremely short skirt, reached out her arms in welcome. Seconds later, I was next to her, wearing even less than she was, with my cock stiff and ready.
She held my erection in her hand and grinned lewdly at me, saying "Ooo, M'sieu, zee cock eez ready for Rachelle, no?"
"Zee cock eez ready for Rachelle, yes. What will Rachelle do wiz zee cock?"
"Rachelle eez a Frenchwoman and she weel take zee cock into her mouth and suck eet."
That's what she did, getting off the bed and kneeling on the floor between my legs, the way she likes to do, and taking my cock deep into her mouth. Although her accent is comical, there was nothing comical about the way she sucked my cock, bobbing her head up and down and slowly taking it in and out between her lips. With every stroke, I could feel the tip pressing against the back of her throat, while her tongue caressed the entire shaft. After sucking it for a few minutes, Rachel took my cock out of her mouth, licked around the ridge, looked up at me with her pretty dark eyes and smiled around the head.
"M'sieu, zee cock ees very nice, but now Rachelle needs you to leek her poozy."
She got back on the bed, lay down beside me and smiled at me. "You weel do zat for Rachelle, no, M'sieu?"
"I weel do zat, yes, Rachelle." This time, I was the one who got off the bed and, after she had rolled over onto her back, I got back on to kneel beside her and put my hands on her breasts, which were still mostly covered by the bustier. In particular, her nipples were not available to my tongue. .
When Rachel saw what I was doing, she smiled at me again. "Ah, M'sieu wants to play weez zee teets."
She rolled onto her side, with her back to me and I untied and loosened the strings on the bustier. When she turned onto her back again, I pulled down the loosened garment but didn't try to take it off her. As soon as her very nice breasts popped free of the restraints, I cupped one of them in either hand and bent over her to start licking her nipples.
They were already hard, and I could feel all the tiny ridges against my tongue, and hear Rachel cooing in pleasure. For several minutes, I alternated between them, licking with wide strokes of my entire tongue or quick jabs with just the tip. Rachel squirmed on the bed, thrusting her luscious breasts up at me, and I drew one of them into my mouth and started sucking on it. Still holding one of the twin beauties in either hand, I switched back and forth between them, while her movements turned to writhing from the pleasure I was giving her. Finally, Rachel pushed my head away. Although she was immensely enjoying what I was doing, she wanted me to go lower on her body.
"Ooo, la la, M'sieu, you are making Rachelle feel zo good. But now, her poozy, eet ees zo wet, she needs you to leek her zere."
That seemed like an excellent idea to me, so I got off the bed and went around to get back on at the foot, so I could come up between Rachel's legs. Usually, when I am at this point with one of my lady friends, she is either naked or wearing only panties, and I lick and kiss my way down her bare belly until I reach her pussy. On Rachel, however, that area was covered by her bustier, and she didn't want to come out of character, although she did in one small respect. Not wanting to waste any time getting my mouth and her pussy together, she had already folded her skirt up and out of the way and placed a pillow under her ass to elevate herself for me to start licking here there.
As I knelt between her knees, Rachel raised her legs, and I ducked between and under them so she could drape them across my shoulders. I wrapped my arms around her thighs, letting my fingers met on her mons. In keeping with her "Continental" style, Rachel refrains from shaving her legs or armpits, but she does get her pubic area waxed sometimes, so most of her skin there was smooth and hairless. It's also very sensitive, especially when being stroked by a tongue, and she considers that increase in her pleasure to be worth the small departure from character. As for me, body hair doesn't bother me at all, and what little had been left around her pussy served to set off its beauty.
And, it was truly beautiful. Like her face, the skin around Rachel's pussy is smooth and unblemished, and the slight duskiness contrasted nicely with the narrow band of dark brown hair that remained. That band framed her slit, and her inner pussy lips were dark red and engorged with her arousal, and had pushed their way through. At the apex of her lips, where they meet to form her clit hood, Rachel's adorable love button was already crowding its way out from under the protection. I gently separated her inner labia so I could gaze into the lovely pink hole that was producing the delectable pussy juices that were pleasing my nostrils. Like a fragrant cloud, the Heavenly aroma rose from that source, inspiring me to lean in closer, breathe in more deeply and taste them. They were delicious, as I knew they would be.
They were also quite abundant, including what had spattered on the insides of Rachel's thighs, and I started licking there, sluicing them all up with my tongue. I was getting three treats in one, because the delightful flavor and aroma of her nectar were enhanced by the feel of her silky smooth skin under my tongue. A fourth sense was delighted too, that of hearing, when Rachel expressed her joy in what my tongue and lips were doing.
"Oooo la la, M'sieu," she murmured. "Zat feels zo - zo- how you say eet? Zo - zo scrumptious! Rachelle love eet when you leek her poozy."
It was scrumptious to me too, and my tongue cleaned all the juices off Rachel's thighs, crotch and belly, before I started leeking, er, licking one of her smooth outer lips. It felt even better than the soft skin of her inner thighs or anywhere else had, and I took my time in caressing her there with my tongue, slowly meandering all the way up to her mons. When I paused and looked at Rachel, her head was nestling in her pillow and her face was a picture of joy, with her eyes happily closed and her lips slightly parted in a smile. I was smiling too, although inwardly, because everything about eating Rachel's pussy was such a delight.
And one of the best parts of it was licking up all the juices that dripped from her wet, pink opening. After I had devoured them, I started on Rachel's other outer lip, which was just as lovely as the first one, and felt just as wonderful. Still moving slowly, my tongue covered the entire surface, which felt like a warm satin pillow. By the time I once again reached her mons, Rachel's pussy was squirming under my face and her happy cooing had turned to blissful moans. I kissed her soft, round Mount of Venus and brought my mouth back to the source of the nectar that was so pleasing to my nostrils.
It was even more pleasing to my taste buds, and I relished the flavor as I licked up all of the nectar. Rachel's inner lips were swollen with her lust, and my tongue probed into the seam between one of them and the outer lip. I had to tilt my head slightly to squeeze in between the labia, but it was worth anything I had to do. The texture, especially the sponginess of the inner lip, was one of the most delightful I had ever felt. I took my time, wanting to have as much fun as I could, besides giving Rachel the best time possible.
I seemed to be succeeding quite well at that latter goal. By the time I reached the end of Rachel's inner lip, her pussy was starting to fuck up into my face. I raised my head, briefly, because I didn't want to stay away from that delightful sensation for too long, and looked at the body of the woman whose pussy was under my face. She was thrashing around on the bed. I couldn't see her breasts because the view was blocked by the cups of her bustier, but I know they were swaying from side to side with her other movements.
Rachel's head, elevated by her pillow, was almost as active as her body, tossing from side to side, with her eyes still closed and a smile of ecstasy on her face. I looked down at her clit and saw how it resembled a lustrous pink pearl, and how it had pushed its way entirely out from under its protective hood. With utmost delicacy, I stroked my tongue across the top of the hood, and was rewarded by an especially loud moan of pleasure and I detected the marvelous aroma of more of her pussy juices, and I knew they would taste even better than they smelled.
After bringing my mouth back to Rachel's love hole again and devouring all the nectar she had just produced, I started thrusting my tongue between the other pair of inner and outer lips. Her movements under me became wilder; her hips started swiveling, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders like a set of pistons. She fucked harder up against my mouth too, as if trying to wrap her pussy around my face. Covering the area slowly and completely and moving my tongue rapidly, I licked and probed up to her clit hood again. Once more, I stroked across what little was still covering that little cutie, and curled my tongue around to fondle the precious swollen morsel.
