After I posted "My French maid Debbie" on nifty, I got an email from Chele who asked me to write a story for her. I had no clue how she looked like and the only thing she mentioned in her email was that she was into humiliation, submission and role-playing.
I sat down and started to think about it, but frankly I had run out of ideas. With such limited information I couldn't make up anything as I must have a clear image of whom I'm writing for; let alone her fantasies and likings.
I got mad at myself really quick for not being able to be up to the situation and I was ready to give up, when all of sudden a brilliant idea struck me. What if I called her on the phone and asked her address? I would pay her a visit and from there I would let my imagination to take over.
So did I. I called her and she gladly gave me her address. I was supposed to visit her at 8:00pm sharp. She gave me a description of herself which was quite interesting. She said she was 30 years old, 5'6" tall, 34 C full cup size, 130 pounds and very horny.
Her voice was warm and melodious like a nightingale's erotic calling and she had been giggling all the time, during our conversation, like a naughty schoolgirl. I would lie if I told you that I didn't get aroused just by listening to that magnificent voice. I was hoping that the rest of the 'package' would be equally good as well.
The time was flying like a tsunami wave and I hadn't decided what I should wear in order to give her a 'good run for her money'. I had been trying "this" and "that" and then back again, when I got pissed off. I decided that 'the lesser, the better' was quite appropriate.
So I chose a black thong with a hole on the crotch and another one in the back. That way I would have my slit and ass exposed for any 'fitting purposes' without having to rid of my pants. I wore my latest purchase (I had to pay through my nose in order to buy them) which was a pair of black leather boots, middle of thighs high, with stiletto heels.
And who needs a bra, anyway? Not me! That's for sure. In order to cover my nakedness I took my long raincoat and the next thing I had to decide was what kind of 'toys' I should take with me.
DAMN!!! I couldn't make up my mind. That's why life is difficult. You have to decide for each and every thing you come across even if it's the most trifle of ALL! You are always finding yourself in front of crossroads. I'll have to think about it, I guess... BUT NOT NOW!... later.
I opened my drawer and grabbed everything my hand could catch. As it turned out later it was a chain with metallic clips on both ends and a 7 inches strap on black dildo. I put them in my bag and off I went. I stopped a cab, gave Chele's address to the driver and sat down on the back seat. Due to my rush I had forgotten to button my raincoat up to the neck and I guess my cleavage was there for everyone to peer.
I caught the taxi driver looking at my breasts through his mirror and I yelled to him.
"What are you looking at? You'd better watch out the traffic, I have an important meeting to attend. I don't want to be late."
Scumbag! I always attract men's attention like honey does to bees. Sometimes I wish I could be transformed into an ugly bitch so that no one could pay any attention to my appearance.
Anyway, we got to her home; I paid the driver and got out from the taxi. I rang the door bell and a nice voice asked who I was. I said "It's Christy" and she opened the door.
"Wow Christy is this really you? You seem so young and beautiful" said Chele.
"I told you Chele that I'm only 19 years old and I'm turning 20 this February. Will you leave me standing here?"
"Oh please come in. I didn't mean to be rude, I just wanted to say how lovely you are."
"Good, step back and let me in."
She did as she was told and I entered her house. I closed the door behind me and I stood there. Oh boy! That girl knew exactly how to dress herself. She wore a pink see-through baby doll which covered only her pelvis. She was naked under it and the only thing that covered her mound was a white g-string. A pair of black high heels completed her outfit.
Her dirty-blonde hair was caught behind her head in a long ponytail and her green eyes were sparkling like sapphires. She had fleshy and succulent lips and her nose was elegant and very delicate. I could see her breasts struggling to tear apart the thin fabric of her baby doll with her hard pink nipples being in charge. Full hips, awesome thighs and long legs were the "cherry on the cake". She was really stunning and my heart started to pound faster.
Mostly by instinct rather than thought I placed my hands behind her head and I pulled her closer to my face. I pressed my lips on her's and I stuck out my tongue. Obediently she opened her mouth and I plunged my tongue inside her warm nest. I found her tongue and I started twisting and turning mine along her's. My right hand was massaging her left earlobe as our tongues were dancing and battling for total domination. Unfortunately in this kind of game there can be no winner so I let her sucking my tongue with her lips because I took it as a sign of submission.
I tossed my bag away and cupped her breasts. They were firm and full and I squeezed her nipples hard. She moaned inside my mouth and I sucked her sigh into my throat.
I pressed her head down with my hands and she knelt before me. I unbuttoned my raincoat and opened it, exposing my naked body. I parted my legs and I grabbed her ponytail with my right hand. I led her head on my slit and she immediately wrapped my calves with her hands.
She gave me a half-hearted lap on my pussy as if she had been afraid of something. I pressed my slit on her mouth more as I wanted her to make full use of that wonderful tongue.
