French Maid

He paid no attention to her as she entered the room. He was used to the help being around him while he worked. He paid all of them well enough to do their work without bothering him. The maid would simply clean the room and then leave.

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 goodlooking woman, about 30 years old with a great body. She was wearing a maids 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 cock start to harden within his pants.

"Where's Pat?" he asked.

"She's sick today, sir. I'm her niece, Lois. 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." he 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 cock was hard now, straining against the fabric of his pants.

"I won't bother you sir" she 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 ass as she stretched out while cleaning. Her dress was too short to cover her while she was up there.

She moved to the bookcase. As she walked, he noticed how slim her legs were. It looked like she used them a lot. "You have very nice legs. Do you run?"

"No, sir, I lift weights for exercise. I do a couple of different things for my legs. My favorite type of exercise is squatting with weights on my shoulders. This helps me keep my legs in shape. I'm glad you think they're nice." She knew how great her legs looked. She also thought of how good squatting was for her. Especially if there was a hot cock for her to squat down on. Should she tell him that? No, she thought. He was not paying her to tell him what she liked. He was paying her and he wanted her to clean the bookcase, not fuck him.

She started cleaning the middle shelves first. He was not working now. His hand was under the desk, rubbing his cock as he watched her. He wondered what she was wearing under her dress. He thought of the stories he had read of French Maids as he was growing up. Was she wearing panties? Did she have a garter belt on? She was wearing white stockings. He hoped they were not panty hose. He imagined they would be stockings, attached to a garter. He hoped for thin white silk panties, thin enough that he would be able to see the outline of her pussy.

Looking up, he noticed that she was cleaning some of the higher shelves now. As she reached up, her dress moved up exposing her ass. She was wearing a garter best. Underneath it was a pair of panties that left most of her ass uncovered. The site of her almost made his cum as he let out a slow moan. He quickly coughed and moved some papers on his desk to cover his sounds. He 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. She was sure she had heard him moan just now. What man wouldn't if he was looking at her ass. Each time she lifted her arms, she felt the cheeks of her ass being exposed. The panties she had on barely covered her. They disappeared between the crack of her ass and did not reappear again until they came to her pussy. 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. He did not know that she could see him in it. She had seen him looking at her as she lifted her arms. She saw him shift in his seat. She imagined how hard his cock had gotten while looking at her. She had to find a way to get him up from the desk. She wanted to see the bulge in his pants.

"Sir, I'm ready to clean the top shelves now. Could you hold the ladder for me? I'm afraid it might fall.". She was also afraid that he might not get up since his cock was so hard.

"I'm kind of busy right now, can you wait a few minutes? I have to finish this letter." Shit, he thought, I can't let her see me this way. "Will you please go get me a cup of coffee" he asked.

That would get her out of the room. "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. She was very wet. The feeling of the 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 and buried it in her cunt. She leaned back against the wall and lifted her leg to a chair to allow her finger to slide deeper into her. She closed her eyes and imagined him fucking her as her finger slid in and out of her hot cunt. She was almost ready to cum when the coffee pot began to whistle, forcing her to stop. If she did not turn it off, someone else might come in and find her like this. She wouldn't mind if it was him, but she didn't know who else was in the house.

Thank god she left the room, he thought as he got up. He had to undo his pants to move his cock around. Looking at her had made him so hard that his cock had become jammed in the folds of his pants. He walked around the room, breathing slowly, trying to will his cock to get soft. 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 cock, 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. He 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. He 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. He 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 cock created a tent in the crouch of his pants. He had to fuck this woman.

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?", she asked, 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" she told him. "If you do everything I say, you can fuck 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 tell me if you will let me fuck you." 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 cunt.

"Take your cock out of your pants, and play with it." she told him. She warned him not to cum as he started to unzip his pant and take his cock in his hand. She looked down as him as he slowly stroked the hot shaft of meat. She watched the head as it disappeared each time his hand moved the loose skin over it. She wondered how long he could keep it up before he came. Watching him, made her wetter. Her finger found it's way behind the folds of her panties and into her pussy. She was finger fucking herself right in front of him.

She made sure her finger was covered with her cunt juice. 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.

"Please" he whispered as he opened his mouth to accept her finger. Closing his lips around it, he tasted the sweet juice from her pussy. He moved his mouth back and forth, taking her finger in and then releasing it. He timed the movements to the stroking of his cock. He was losing it, forgetting where he was. His hand was moving faster and faster on his cock, pumping it, making it bigger. He continued to suck on her finger as he jacked himself off. She was not stopping him..

She had not planned to let him cum. She was going to stop him before he lost control. But watching him was turning her on more. While he was sucking on her finger, she moved her other hand to her pussy, burying two fingers within her. She rested against the ladder, fucking herself as she watched him. She was so hot. She knew it would not take long to get herself off. Watching him would only make her cum faster. She hoped she would be able to outlast him. Looking down on him, she could see that the head of his cock was pulsing with each stroke of his hand. There were already small drops of cum clinging to the small slit. His breathing was becoming fast and erratic as his hand pumped his shaft faster and faster.

"I'm CUMMING" he screamed as the white liquid squirted out of his cock, 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. The site of him cumming was all she needed to drive her past the point of no return. Her finger was moving faster now, burying themselves deep in her hot cunt 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. She knew she was just starting. He had not moved from under the ladder. He stood there looking at her pussy which was dripping with her cum. He had let go of his cock, which was still semi-hard. "Did I tell you to stop playing with yourself?"

He responded, "No, you didn't. I came, so I thought I was done."

She screamed at him, "Your not done, until I say so. I want to see that thing hard again. Keeping stroking it until I tell you to stop. You better not cum again unless I tell you to." She was satisfied as he took his cum covered cock in his hand and slowly started to stroke it. She watched it get harder. Thinking of how it would feel inside her caused her to shiver. "Come over to this side of the ladder." she told him. "And don't you stop jacking off."

As he moved, he said "if I don't stop, I'm going to cum again. I can't control myself. Please let me stop for just a few seconds." He didn't like being told what to do, but he found this woman exciting and he knew he would not stop unless she told him to. She wanted his cock in her mouth the next time he came.

"You can stop moving your hand, but don't let go. I want you to keep your cock 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 head up here, in front of my pussy." The ladder was wide enough to allow him to rest against it. He was able to slide his head up between her legs, stopping with his mouth directly in front of her pussy. Her cunt was wet, glistening with her juice. Her scent overwhelmed him. If he had still been stroking his cock, he would have cum, just smelling her pussy. He was so close to cumming, he squeezed his cock hard to make sure he didn't.

"Do you want to eat my pussy?" she asked him. "Would you like to fuck me with your tongue, make me cum on your face?"

As he said "yes", she moved her hips forward, pinning him against the ladder, placing her pussy directly over his mouth.

"Fuck me." she told him. "Use your tongue to get me off." Her pussy completely covered his mouth. He could only breath through his nose. Each breath filled him with the smell of her, made it harder to control his cock. Even thought she told him not to, he wasn't sure he could keep himself from cumming. His cock 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 but really didn't care. The fact that he was trying to fight it was what was important to her. He was the type of man who thought he was always in control. She controlled him now. The mirrors in the room allowed her to see the proof of his manhood. His cock was very hard. 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, was important to her. If she was right, he would cum again, soon. She knew 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. He could only breath through his nose. This caused him to take quicker, shorter breaths 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. She had to time herself, allowing him to breath. The feeling of her clit sliding under his nose was unique. It was pressed down, only to expand again into the opening of his nose. It was just like fucking him. She liked this. His tongue had not stopped moving. She was so wet that her juice was flowing out of her, directly into his mouth. She felt it each time as he stopped to swallow. Each time he did so, his lips closed, creating a suction on her pussy. She was close to cumming now. She was enjoying the feeling of his tongue inside her. It was just long enough to reach inside her pussy and touch one of the most sensitive locations in her body.

He could not believe what she was doing. She was moving her body, completely covering his face. He had to time his breathing to her. He felt her clit sliding across his nose. Each time he breathed, he was completely overcome with the scent of her cunt. It was like inhaling pure sex. The juice from her cunt was flowing directly into his mouth. She tasted very good. His body, needing release was quivering, completely out of his control. His hand started stroking his cock, 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 cock increased. He had no control now, he was going to cum no matter what he did. He stroked himself faster, speeding up the flow of cum from his balls, causing his body to jerk violently as the white hot cum erupted from the end of his cock, arching up and away from his body. He was not conscious of what his tongue was doing while his body was in the grip of his own orgasm. He was brought back to reality as her pussy was crushed against his face and a flood of hot, sweet juice was released into his mouth.

She felt the movement of his body. She knew he had lost control of his ability to keep from cumming. She watched him as his hand started moving up and down his cock. She hoped his hand felt as good for him as his tongue did within her. She knew how close he was to cumming. His hand was moving faster now, pushing the skin of his cock up over the head, burying it in it's own warmth. It would not be much longer before she would replace his hand with her own hot lips. His tongue was moving faster now, ramming itself deeper into her pussy, matching the movements of his hand. She was on the verge of cumming now. She had to fight the demands her body was making. She had to hold off until he came. When she thought she would lose to the needs of her own body, she felt him tense as a stream of cum shot from his cock. His hand kept stroking his cock, pumping the white liquid from his body. This was what she was waiting for, actually, what her body was waiting for. Her own orgasm had started from all parts of her body, building and concentrating all the feelings of pleasure at one point near her pussy. The 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, kissing his chest as she did so. She had him lean forward so she could remove the shirt. Next, she removed his pants, exposing the full length of his cock to her. Reaching into the small pockets on her dress, she removed four straps. Using these, she tied his hands and feet to the ladder. Making sure he was comfortable, she knelt in front of him and took his cock in her hands. It was soft now and covered with his cum. She gently squeezed the soft flesh between her fingers, stroking it lightly as she did. His cock started to respond to her hands, twitching in them as she felt it starting to grow for her. She placed the tip of it against her lips and slid her tongue out to meet it. Turning her head sideways, she slid her tongue along the entire length of his shaft and under his balls. By now, he was very hard. Cupping his balls, she took each one in her mouth, sucking on them very gently. This caused 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 cock was jumping up and down each time her lips touched it. She was sure that he was very close to cumming again. This time, she would have his cock in her mouth when the cock juice squirted from him. She would play with him as long as she could, prolonging the pleasure he was feeling. She felt how wet her pussy was as she reached down to play with herself. She only needed one hand to play with his cock.

Parting her lips, she took only part of his cockhead in her mouth. She ran her tongue around it and slipped it between the small slit at the end. She could taste the cum that was still in him from the previous orgasms. She thought of how good he would taste when he came in her mouth this time. She moved her lips down, over the smooth ridge at the base of his cockhead, sucking hard as she did so. Her sucking caused his cock to grow harder in her mouth. She could feel the veins pumping to make him harder for her. Her fingers were on her pussy now. She was 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 receptive hole between her legs. She buried her fingers deep inside her cunt, wishing there was a way she could prolong the feeling of something sliding into her. When she could go no further, she started to slide them out, putting pressure against the top of the rippling walls as she did so. 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. She spread her fingers slightly, allowing it to slide between them. She couldn't decide what felt better, something rubbing her clit or, sliding in and out of her pussy. She was glad she did not have to settle for one or the other. Right now, she thought, she could have both as she slid her hand forward to repeat the process again. She would continue to do this until he came. She knew from past experiences that the taste of his cum, filling her mouth, would make her cum again.